As I walk into the lounge a voice behind me calls my name. I turn around and freeze. I can’t believe it…
Grady.
The only man I ever loved. The only man who ever broke my heart.
I freeze as I take him in from head to toe and up again. He looks as good as ever. No, better. He still has that self-assured, ‘nothing can stop me’ smile and he’s smiling it right now. He wears a light brown sports jacket over beige trousers. The jacket fits him perfectly and I can still see his fantastic build under it. His blue eyes seem to look right into me, to the depths of my soul and I’m pretty damn sure right then he can see all my memories of him as they flash through my mind. He doesn’t look a day older than when I saw him a little over five years ago.
His hair is short but not too short. I can still run my fingers through it, maybe grab it with passion. I feel myself blush with emotion and desire.
I should be angry but I can’t be. I could never not forgive him. He could do anything and I would live with it. He is my weakness, my drug, my addiction.
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