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A Lover’s Lament

Copyright © 2015 by KL. Grayson and BT Urruela

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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

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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

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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.


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