Saying that Eric was shocked is an understatement, he was still like he just saw a ghost and he kept opening and closing his mouth.
Aimee stood before him, “what? Are you not happy to see me?” She asked like she had not ghosted on him. That snapped Eric right back to his senses.
“Happy to see you?” He repeated and took a drink, looking at her up and down he gestured to a seat and she sat down.
“Aimee, you can not just waltz back and ask if I am not happy to see you after like what, nine years?”
Aimee tosses her hair over her shoulders and his eyes followed the movement.
He always liked playing with her hair, hell he kind of wished he could run his hands through them now. Realization struck him, he still had a soft spot for the girl that broke his heart even after so many years.
Aimee
