A Lover’s Lament
Copyright © 2015 by KL. Grayson and BT Urruela
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Cover Photographer: RLS Model Images Photography
Cover Designer: Okay Creations
Editor: S.G. Thomas
KL Grayson Bio Pic Photographer: Elisabeth Wiseman Photography
BT Urruela Bio Pic Photographer: RLS Model Images Photography
Formatting by Champagne Formats
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Playlist
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
Epilogue
Contact Information
Just For Tonight
Acknowledgements - KL Grayson
Acknowledgements - BT Urruela
About the Authors
We would like to extend our deepest gratitude to all of the service men and women of the United States military and their loved ones. Thank you for your service. Thank you for your sacrifice.
A Lover’s Lament Playlist
Prologue: “Cross That Line” – Joshua Radin
Chapter 1: “Gone Too Soon” – Simple Plan
Chapter 2: “Even My Dad Does Sometimes” – Ed Sheeran
Chapter 3: “Warrior” – Evans Blue
Chapter 4: “Weight of the World” – Young Guns
Chapter 5: “Sad” – Maroon 5
Chapter 6: “Slow Dancing In A Burning Room” – John Mayer
Chapter 7: “Be Still” – The Fray
Chapter 8: “Lover, You Should Have Come Over” – Jeff Buckley
Chapter 9: “Fight Song” – Rachel Platten
Chapter 10: “Existentialism on Prom Night” – Straylight Run
Chapter 11: “Breathe Again”—Sara Bareilles
Chapter 12: “How To Save A Life” – The Fray
Chapter 13: “The Fear In Love” – Don’t Look Down
Chapter 14: “Fall” – Ed Sheeran
Chapter 15: “The Proof of Your Love” – For King and Country
Chapter 16: “From Where You Are” – Lifehouse
Chapter 17: “Fighting My Way Back” – After Midnight Project
Chapter 18: “We Can Try”—Between The Trees
Chapter 19: “If It Means a Lot to You” – A Day To Remember
Chapter 20: “Carry On”—fun
Chapter 21: “Break Your Plans”—The Fray
Chapter 22: “I’d Hate To Be You When People Find Out What This Song Is About” – Mayday Parade
Chapter 23: “A Thousand Years”—Christina Perri
Chapter 24: “How Long Will I Love You”—Ellie Goulding
Chapter 25: “Body In A Box” – City & Colour
Chapter 26: “Arms”—Christina Perri
Chapter 27: “Between The Raindrops”—Lifehouse ft Natasha Bedingfield
Chapter 28: “Tiger Lily” – Matchbook Romance
Chapter 29: “She Is Love”—Parachute
Chapter 30: “Set Fire to the Third Bar” – Snow Patrol
Chapter 31: “Not About Angels” – Birdy
Chapter 32: “Awake and Alive” – Skillet
Epilogue Katie: “You And Me”—Lifehouse
Epilogue Devin: “This Year’s Love” – David Gray
1996
“Cross That Line” – Joshua Radin
“KATIE—JESUS.” MY TONGUE SWIRLS around Devin’s nipple, effectively cutting him off midsentence, and when I nip at it playfully, a low growl rumbles from his chest. I smile against his skin, loving that I have this effect on him. Palms flat against his stomach, I push up to see Devin’s green eyes glowing under the dull light of the moon. When I reach for the hem of my shirt, his gaze follows.
“There’s something I need … something that we …” His words trail off, his lips parting as I grip the flimsy material and lift it over my head. My heart is racing with nervousness and anticipation. I’ve never done this before, and even though I feel safe and treasured with Devin, I’m still a nervous wreck. I may be a virgin, but he most certainly is not.
“What was that?” I let my shirt fall, and Devin’s eyes flit between my eyes and chest.
“I, uh … I’m …” With a quick flick of the wrist, I unclasp my bra. Devin blows out a slow breath and then swallows hard before attempting to finish his thought. “It’s just that …” My bra joins my shirt in a pile on the floor. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes.
I palm my breasts, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples, and Devin’s eyes flare with desire. Strong, warm hands slide up my bare thighs, kissing the bottom of my skirt before sneaking underneath. Slowly, he hooks a finger in my panties and tugs them to the side before slipping it inside of me.
His touch is intoxicating, sucking me in, drowning me in a level of intimacy that I’m not at all used to. Overwhelmed with emotion, I swallow past my heart that is planted firmly in my throat, and my eyes drift shut as the weight of this moment—the moment I’m certain I’ve spent the last two years waiting for—sinks in.
Devin and I met on the first day of first grade. He stole my Barbie pencil, I cried like a little girl—well, because I was one—and then, forever the peacemaker, my friend Wyatt stole it back. The next day on the playground, Devin pushed me down and walked away laughing. But what he didn’t know was that my crying fit the day before was merely nerves on the first day of school. I was a tomboy, ready and willing to play dirty, even if I was wearing a dress. Pushing up from the ground, I ran after him as fast as my little legs would carry me and I plowed right into his back, tossing us both to the ground.
When it was all said and done, Devin had a split lip, my knee was all sorts of ripped up, and at the ripe age of six years old, I’d earned my first trip to the principal’s office.
Side by side, Devin and I sat in tiny orange chairs against the wall. “Ya busted my lip.” His words caught me off-guard and I looked over at him. He was smiling a big toothless smile, and I couldn’t help but grin. It’s quite possible that he stole a piece of my heart that day, even if the concept would remain foreign to me for several more years.