“Trent, son,” Father said, getting on his feet. Trent walked fully into the room, still having his eyes glued on me.
The nostalgia glistening in his eyes tugged at my heartstrings.
The rapid increase in my heartbeat right now was genuinely out of my control. On my way back here, I was convinced that I was done with him. That I'd forgotten about him. That nothing about him would stir me up.
I was so convinced. But right now, the frenzy in my heart was proof that maybe I was wrong. I might be in love with Vince, but some part of me still held space for Trent. And I can't easily undo that.
Seeing him was just as emotional. Even deeper. And then his crooked smile did a banging flutter to my heart.
Why? Was this the mate bond? Or was I still in love with him? Or was it…did our time aw
