Eva's POV
I am spent. My chest heaves with every slow breath I try to take.
But the look in Aaron's eyes tells me he's just not done with me, yet.
He smirks down at me, his hair falling over his face. It's boyishly cute. It's been seven years.
We ended abruptly before anything could even begin. Maybe we were never meant to begin.
Maybe I should listen to Aaron and let go. Let go of everything, the past, the present, the future.
It's just us two here now. No need for me to think of what-ifs or what-abouts.
The feeling in my chest grows into something warm as I offer my first smile at Aaron. It's warm and genuine.
Aaron's eyes narrow in slight shock, as if he can't believe what he's seeing.
I giggle at his reaction. I suppose I've been too harsh on him.
"f**k,
