It was the summer before college and Murphy was ready to experience life, as any girl should. During an outing with her sister she meets August. He's older, and more experienced than she is.
She knew a relationship at this point was almost pointless. With an internship at the end of summer and then college in the fall. Her schedule was full.
Murphy told herself that she could walk away from August without any repercussions. If only her heart had listened.
Walking away at the end of the summer was difficult. But they agreed to keep in touch and see each other whenever possible. They still didn't put a label on their relationship.
Eventually August showed his true self. He was so ashamed, he hid his secret from her for as long as possible. Now that his secret was out, Murphy had no clue how to handle it.
Will she stay with him so they can deal with it together? Or will it be too much for her to take on?
This was it. I was leaving. Most likely, I wouldn’t be back. Turning back, I gave August one last look before leaving.
I walked down the stairs, feeling a mix of emotions. Pulling out my phone, I called a taxi to come get me. I had my own credit card that my Dad got me, and some money put away from odd jobs I did the last few years. August’s mom wasn’t even up yet. The sun was just rising, and I had an overwhelming urge to run up the stairs, but I resisted. Now the taxi was on its way. I sat on the porch steps as I waited. Tears fell. What did I set myself up for? Heartbreak.
The taxi pulled up, and I slid into the back seat. “To the airport, please.”
School was four hours away, driving distance, so I decided to catch a flight, making my trip a mere hour and a half. The taxi started to pull away, and something caused me to look back.
August was standing there bare chested in a pair of jeans that resided low on his hips. His hair haphazardly messy, and defeat written all over his face.
“Stop! Leave it running,” I told the taxi driver.
Pushing the door open, I ran to August, tears streaming down my cheeks, and my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode.
He caught me in his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. “How could you leave without saying goodbye?”
Our lips crashed. And then I pulled away. “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, August. Now I’m leaving. I said I could just walk away after ten days, but it’s killing me inside.”
With over ten books out, Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she's not afraid to venture into other genre's like Paranormal Romance.
She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and step son. She calls Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time you can catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.