The way he kissed her, the warmth of his touch, the way his lips had once felt like home. It all came rushing back, uninvited, unwanted.

A strange, unfamiliar ache spread through her chest.

She jerked back, pain flickering across her face.

Larry frowned, his hands still resting on her waist. “Is everything alright?”

Rose hesitated, her mind warring with itself.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she sat on his lap, running her fingers through his hair. ...