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“He looks good,” Luna said softly.
“He does.” And he felt good too. Really damn good.
Jaron caught my gaze. He lifted his chin, giving me a wink.
My stomach tumbled, the desire I felt for him unfurling deep in my belly.
Luna giggled. “I know that look.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, looking away from Jaron’s gaze before our friends caught us eye fucking each other from across the yard.
“You good?” Gigi asked, coming up to us, followed by her sister, Meadow.
“Yeah.” I wished everyone would stop asking me that.
“How’s he doing?” Meadow asked, nodding toward Jaron.
“We have our moments.” I followed her gaze, my heart jumping when I saw that he was coming toward us.
Jaron glanced at the girls. “Ladies.”
Luna gave him a hug. “It’s good to see you, Jaron.”
“You too, Luna.” He returned the embrace. “You treating my cousin well?”
She laughed. “Always.”
“How’s your son?” Jaron stepped up beside me, slipping his fingers between mine.
My stomach somersaulted. Leaning the side of my head against his shoulder, I wrapped my other hand around his bicep.
“You good, babe?” he whispered, kissing the top of my head.
“He’s growing so fast but he’s good,” Luna said before I could answer Jaron’s question. “I don’t know if anyone told you, but we named him Benjamin after your uncle who passed away.”
“Piper told me. Uncle Benny would have been proud,” Jaron said. “I only wish I could have met him too.”
“I know.” Luna sighed.
While he continued talking to Luna about her son, I glanced around the yard. Ashton was standing on the other side of the bonfire with Zach. I wondered where Aiden was.
Zach gave me a small wave.
I waved back.
Ashton’s head snapped up. He scowled.
I frowned.Asshole.
I quietly excused myself from the group and made my way inside the house. I had only been in it a couple of times. I was thankful that the old house no longer existed. As much as I was sorry that it happened at the expense of almost losing Gigi and Vince, it was as if the house had been cursed.
Even though their home, looked nothing like the one I had shared with the girls, memories of that night came rushing back. It had been the last time I hung out with my friends. The last time I had seen Jaron before he was taken from me.
My feet carried me down a hall that led to the bathroom but before I reached it, I stopped in front of a closed door. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I took a deep breath and opened the door. Glancing into the room, I saw that it was Hannah’s bedroom.
My thoughts took a dark turn. It didn’t make sense as there was nothing there to trigger me. Memories shouldn’t have hit me like they did, but I had learned from the little research I had done, that anything could be a trigger. From a touch, to a scent, to something that happened so damn quickly, you couldn’t control it, it could all bring you back to that certain trauma.
When I closed the door, I was brought back to that night.
