No. 

Absolutely, no. 

The moment I turned to face him, everything came rushing back. The memory of our night together, and everything that happened afterwards. I’m not quite sure how he found me or why he wants to talk to me, but this can’t be how my night is really going to end. 

I mean… Why is he here? What is his motive? How has he not aged a day? Shit… he looks amazing… and he smells so damn good. The scent of red cedar and ash wafts towards me with every ...