The way the soft light kisses the sharp angles of his face… his perfectly gorgeous face that does things to my body even before he comes close.

His expression is a mix of sad defeat as he chews, and he is avoiding his eyes shifting back to me.

I look at the man I fell in love with. The man my heart has refused to let go of.

He isn’t the arrogant fuckface that used to cause problems for me. He’s just Adam. My Adam.

For a second, my heart screams at me. It feels like two people ...