I didn’t think I would ever see him again.
For years, I convinced myself that the stranger I met on that plane… Jaxon Ross, the man with the soft eyes and stupidly perfect jawline would stay in that moment forever. A warm memory tucked between pain and survival. A gentle breath in a season where all I did was choke.
But today… I walked into him at the cafe.
Like it was nothing. Like fate wasn’t somewhere in the corner giggling with her legs crossed.
I’m still replaying it, the way his brows jumped in recognition, the way he said my name like he was relieved I still existed. The way something in me fluttered because for the first time in a long time, a man said Jade without venom, entitlement, or cruelty.
Just… softness… And you know the insane part? I forgot about him.
Or I thought
