Becca
Present Day
The man standing in Sydney’s hospital room was . . . wow. He was almost aggressively good looking, if that was possible. Like he could send his face into battle and return having vanquished lesser humans with mere regular gorgeous faces.
The Blake Fulton I’d known in high school was shorter than this man, judging by the way he now towered over me by nearly a foot, and far less sure of himself.
It was almost like that Blake wanted to fade into the peasant outliers of the high school caste system.
For one day, his presence was bigger and more significant than anything I’d ever felt before, and he swept my heart to a place it wanted to stay forever. And just as suddenly, he’d left my heart in the garbage, tossed away without an explanation.
The episode had left a deep
