ALMA

I hadn't expected to see Carl standing on my porch, again, his bright eyes reflecting the tales of the sun.

All those urges that I tried so hard to bury bubbled up to the surface. I didn't want him here, but here he was with those goddamn chocolates, his presence stirring up emotions I thought I'd long buried.

"Do you want to...?" The question dropped from my lips so shamelessly. I couldn't take it back, not when he looked at me like that.

Carl's gaze locked onto mine, and for a ...