EMILY
I watched him walk out of the room but something caught my eye. A new tattoo stood out in the sea of black ink.
It was a sunflower.
My heart skipped. Could it be?
I shook my head, trying not to overthink it. Maybe it wasn’t even new. This was the first time I’d seen him shirtless, after all. And it’s not like I’d been secretly keeping tabs on every square inch of Nicholas Moretti’s body.
…I mean, not officially.
Reel it in, Emily.
The reality of the situation was that the second he walked out, the air in the room shifted. Not in the metaphorical way people always write about. No. This was real. Like the tension had weight and it was finally gone, leaving me floating and oddly… empty.
I sat down slowly, hands still warm where they’d brushed against his skin. God. Why did he
