She turns the wineglass by the stem slowly, keeping her gaze forward. Angling my body in her direction, I study her. Her hair is longer, but the same shade of dark brown, and so thick I want to run my fingers through it. She still looks so much like the girl I fell in love with all those years ago, I have to remind myself that this one isn’t mine even though my fingers burn to touch her. She catches me staring at her. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re cataloging all the ways I’m different since the last time you saw me.” “The opposite actually. You look exactly the
...more
