Playing For Keeps

Pasts are best left behind, hidden deep in your memory--that is where I buried mine. The feel of his hands and mouth on my body, the height of sensuality I reached beneath his touch. I'd fought so hard to forget--how could just the sight of him bring it all back, forcing me to become lost in him? Again. Years before I had watched him, craved him--a guitarist in a band riding the wave to stardom--my brother's best friend. On the verge of womanhood, I never dared to reveal how I yearned. Until a cold New Year's Eve when I offered myself as the woman I'd become, bringing to fruition the deepest of wants. As that night turned, so did my life. Devastatingly so. I never dreamed I'd become another of his one night stands. Can pasts be exorcised if they come back to haunt you? And when a notorious playboy who broke your heart offers you his?how do you know if he's playing for keeps?