Five years had tempered me into a woman far more restrained, patient, and composed than I once was.

The man's gaze was intense, his eyes dark as they bore into me. My mind buzzed, and my heart pounded wildly against my chest.

All the calm I had prided myself on vanished in this moment of reunion.

It turns out a heart can indeed beat solely for one person.

"Honey, do you know him?"

Zion, my friend, tugged at my sleeve at the café door, following my gaze.

Jamie’s dark eyes were cold, unreadable, with a hint of anger simmering beneath the surface.

I couldn’t understand—what did he have to be...