CHAPTER 16
LACHLAN
It's like she's never kissed me before, like she's never touched my skin.
The way her lips press against mine and I feel her hands on my chest—it's like the first time.
But it's not.
I know it, and she knows it, too.
I'm not sure how long I stare at her. Her sapphire-colored eyes and smooth, silky skin trapped in the shadows of the car—her haunted eyes and parted lips. I'm unable to move on.
This is not me. This is not how I react, how I deal with things.
Sobriety knocked me down. Addiction knocked me out.
Time knocked me back together.
And Sabrina, the most beautiful thing in my life for seven years, is flinging the gate wide open, tearing the wall down and swallowing me whole, in seconds.
"Sabrina..." I whisper.
She presses her fingers to my lips, silencing
