Valeria's POV
The name alone made me shudder, my body remembering the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on mine, the way he'd walked away without looking back. I hadn't made contact with him since that night on the balcony, and I'd been actively avoiding any situation where I might run into him.
But we were coparents now whether I liked it or not. We'd be seeing each other regularly until Elliot turned eighteen at least, or probably longer than that. I needed to get used to being around him, to be nonchalant around him the way he was with me. To be cold and emotionless around him the way he was with me. To me, everything between us felt complicated, but to him I'm sure I was just another head in the sea of faces he saw everyday.
And more than my own discomfort, I couldn't ignore how
