Tara's POV.

"Finally." Asher smirked, staring down at me.

My insides couldn't help but melt at that familiar bad boy smirk from years ago that never failed to hold every female in a chokehold in high school, including me, of course. I glanced up at him and noticed his eyes were still fixated on me, and I looked away awkwardly, afraid of ruining the moment or doing anything awkward. I clasped and unclasped my hands nervously as I waited for one of us to break the suffocating silence.

What did he mean by finally? Had he been searching for me all of these years? Heck, why was I even here?...