I’m over Jameson. Finished. Done.He broke up with me, citing his friendship with my big brother. So I washed my hands of him. Heartbroken, I am trying to move on with my life.But of course, Jameson can’t make things easy for me. He’s still in my space every chance he gets, taunting me with his soulful eyes and his clever smile. I remember all too well what it felt like to be wrapped in his arms, to be under his big body, to be screaming his name.I just can’t seem to shake him. Every step I take away from him seems to bring us closer together, even though we’ve been down this road before.The same forces threaten to rip us apart… unless Jameson and I learn to put love first.