Chapter 8
June 1st
The next time we laid eyes on each other came a little shy of two and a half years after I walked out.
I sat on the lap of my boyfriend, the one throwing the party, when I spotted him after he walked in the door.
At first, not being able to see his face, I didn’t realize it was him thanks to his short, cropped hair, along with the fact he looked like he’d just come from some rich person’s fundraiser in the suit he wore. And, maybe he had, which made me question why a guy like that would come to a party like this.
But then he lifted his gaze and surveyed the crowd of people in a slow, languid manner before sweeping past me. Only for his gorgeous eyes to return seconds later, glinting in the light an instant before his expression hardened. His lips twisted as he recog
