ALEX
I hung back for a bit, desperately trying to get myself—and my breathing—under control before I followed Laura into the car, but it was all f*****g pointless because the second I joined her, I lost my composure.
When she gave me her address, I wanted to beg her to keep talking because I'd missed her.
I'd missed her voice, I'd missed her scent, I'd missed how I felt when I was with her. Hell, I'd missed the pleasure of merely looking at her. But I couldn't even tell her that now because I'd lost the right to.
Every single second of every single minute of every single hour of every single day since she'd left me, I'd thought of her. I'd told myself that even if she wouldn't forgive me right away, it would appease something in me if I could just see her. Maybe then my heart
