Maddox:
Maddox closed the door behind him, his back hitting the wood like a full-body reset was needed.
Jules. At his door.
She had come to his apartment. Knocked. Smiled. Asked to get coffee. Like they were normal people. Like there wasn’t three years of tension, heartache, and sleepless nights tangled between them.
He dragged his hands down his face and exhaled hard. What the f**k is happening?
She’d looked so casual. Damp hair tied up, bare legs peeking out from soft little shorts, the neckline of her shirt slipping off one shoulder like it didn’t even realize it was testing his damn limits. She smelled like her shampoo, the one she used back then that used to cling to his hoodies whenever she borrowed them. Something citrusy and sweet.
And she wanted coffee?
Coffee? With him?
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