Becca

Seeing James in New York was not something I expected, but running into him brought up so many memories I didn’t know how to control. The way he had looked at me made my skin crawl with pleasure, not disgust, like I expected it would have. I wasn’t quite sure why it was he was there, but according to him, he wasn’t following me.

Deep down, though, I couldn’t help but feel him running into me was a work of fate and not of coincidence. Something ...