"Okay, just calm down, Tessa," I say to myself as I look at my reflection in the mirror. "It's just a book signing... with the love of your life... whom you haven't spoken to in four years..." I sigh.

I take my hair out of my bun and change my hairstyle for what feels like the twentieth time. I finish applying my make up and changing into my fanciest dress. I finish by putting on my charm bracelet— one of my most prized possessions. I take one last look in the mirror before slipping on my heels, grabbing my purse and walking toward the door.

As I'm about to leave, I realize I forgot the most important item. I quickly rush over to the coffee table and grab my copy of Hardin's latest book. I take a minute to hold it tightly against my chest, thinking only of fond memories of him, before finally leaving my apartment.

As I drive to the book store the traffic is terrible, as is the case every day in New York City. I've gotten used to it, but I do miss living in a smaller town sometimes.

As I get closer, I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I have no idea if Hardin will even remember me. I have no doubt in my mind that what he felt for me all those years ago was real, but four years is a long time, especially for a famous best selling author. I shudder to think of him returning to his old ways, with a new girl in his bed every night.

I shake the thoughts from my head and instead focus on trying to find a parking spot near by. It's a little chilly out and I forgot to bring a coat, not to mention I don't want to walk around the city in these heels. Luckily, I find a spot within a block of the book store. Before getting out of my car, I take a deep breath and check my hair and make up one last time. I grab my purse and Hardin's book and get out of my car.

I make a beeline to the entrance of the store, making sure to immediately get in the long line that's already forming in front of a table with a stack of Hardin's books and a poster of his photo from his new book— a very handsome photo, I might add.

"I can't wait to meet the Hardin Scott!" a girl behind me squeals.

"Me, neither! I wonder if I can convince him to show me his hotel room." Her friend giggles.

"I think we could both probably convince him to. I've heard he's quite the womanizer. Every city he visits, he has a new girl join him for the night and sometimes more than one, if you know what I mean." She laughs.

"Okay, I know you're my best friend, but I'm not having a threesome with you and him." Her friend laughs.

I wish I could plug my ears in this moment. Hearing other women talk about wanting to sleep with my Hardin is bad enough, but hearing about him sleeping his way through the country is making me nauseous. I knew it was a possibility, but I had hoped he would have remained the Hardin I got to know, the Hardin who doesn't need a girl in his bed every night.

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted when the crowd of girls starts to scream. I see a tall, shadowy figure make his way across the store, but I can't see much more than that. The lighting is dim and there are too many girls jumping and screaming in front of me. He sits at the table placed at the front of the store and that's my only indication that it's Hardin.

As the line slowly starts to move forward, I feel myself getting anxious. What if this was a mistake? What if he doesn't remember me? What if he has a girlfriend? What if he just doesn't feel the same anymore? Maybe I should go. I should just turn around, leave out that door and pretend I never came here.

My thoughts are interrupted by the horny pair of girls behind me. "Are you going to move forward or what? There's a gap," she says, clearly annoyed with me.

I wonder if Hardin would hold it against me if I clubbed this girl with his book.

I reluctantly move forward, noting that there's only about five more people ahead of me. I finally get my first look at Hardin. His hair is a bit longer than the last time I saw him, but he's still dressed in his leather jacket and skinny jeans. I laugh to myself as I think about how much that must have irritated his publicist. He seems a bit friendlier than when I first met him. He's taking time to thank everyone for coming. I smile to myself at his progress.

"Hello?" the girl behind me says as she clears her throat. "There's a gap!"

I wonder if she'd like me to punch her in the mouth and give her a gap between those perfectly pearly white teeth of hers.

"Oh, gosh, I'm next," I whisper to myself as I fix my hair and dress.

"Next in line, please!" a guy standing beside Hardin says to me.

Here goes everything.