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I. Was. Fucked.
Since I’d left, I hadn’t looked back. I couldn’t. If I did, I wouldn’t have made it out alive. Sometimes my mind would drift to her bright hazel eyes, and as soon as the thought occurred, I’d shove it to the back of my mind where it belonged.
The way she looked at me still consumed me in ways I never thought possible, but that wasn’t what captured my attention the most. It was the sincerity in her gaze. She wasn’t looking at me—she was staring through me like she always could.
It felt as though no time had passed between us.
Our connection.
Attraction.
Was still very much there, breathing life into me after all these years.
She bit her lip like she could read my mind. Handing her my drink, she took a couple sips before giving it back to me. She left a lipstick stain around the glass where her mouth had been, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to drink from the same spot just to taste her mouth again.
It had been too fucking long.
“Does Jax Colton normally stand outside on the balcony at bars and stare at women dancing?”
If she wanted to play this game of lion and prey, I had no problem chasing her down until she was in my bed. I’d done it before, and I sure as hell would do it again. Thinking about the memory of her first kiss made my cock twitch.
Eyeing her with a predatory regard, I responded, “Only when they look like you. Besides, I wasn’t the only man who was enamored by you. Should I go fuck them up?”
“Imagine the scandal that would be.”
“Not any worse than what is already written about me.”
“You always were quite the ladies’ man.”
I winced, it was quick, but she saw it.
Trying to lighten the mood, she smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Do you like what you see then, Quarterback?”
“I more than like, I’ve taken everything.”
She zeroed in on me, reminiscing before my eyes. Despite the lust that was evident in her gaze, I could still see the pain I’d caused her floating through my lies.
I shook away all the memories that could destroy me, turning around to face the view instead. She stood close to me, spinning to observe the sight in front of us like I was.
However, I couldn’t keep my eyes from gazing at the side of her face, wanting to look at her for as long as I could. She was always my favorite thing to look at. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard, knowing that her heart was beating just as fast as mine. I was having the same effect on her too, and it not only pleased me—it made me so fucking happy.
I wanted her.
I’d never stopped.
She was mine.
Once again, playing this game of cat and mouse, I asked, “Are you from around here?”
I could see her trying to hide back a smile. “No.”
“Where are you from?”
“Texas.”
The pull she had on me was also still alive and thriving. I resisted the urge to claim her mouth, craving to remind her who she belonged to.
“What are you doing in Miami?”
