Ashley
Zach moved through the crowd like he owned the space, his tall frame drawing people's attention effortlessly. But it was his expression that made my breath catch.
It wasn't the cold, distant Zach from our divorce, the one who was my former boss, offering a curt nod and avoiding eye contact.
This was different.
Zach stared at me like I was his last wish. He looked at me like I was his only desire.
This was the Zach I remembered. The one who'd loved me. The one who still looked at me like I mattered.
‘Don't,’ I warned myself desperately. ‘Don't let your feelings go towards him. He's the reason you left.’
But even as the thought formed, doubt whispered in my ear. ‘Is he? Or are you?’
He stopped too close, the heat of him radiating through the mere inches between us, carrying
