Then he moved, his unsaid words fading into a kiss that would break a thousand rules and promises for years to come. Jackson Thorn was my best friend and worst enemy, but that didn't stop me from wanting him. From first words to high school halls, our childhood years braided a bond that wove in a direction neither of us could predict or outgrow. Forbidden became a word we ignored. It wasn't that we didn't care. It was that we cared too much. We had it all planned out. We thought we could make it. We thought we'd been careful. But all we managed to do was prolong the inevitable. Our destruction.