My heart started beating fast and hard as Jagger walked toward me. I had just dropped my mother off at the terminal since she was going back home, and when I returned, he was here. I thought he had already gone to work—so what was he doing here? I took a step back as he moved even closer, and I could clearly see the sadness mixed with frustration on his face. I didn’t know what he needed, but no matter what he said, we could never be together again. If only he knew how I still felt about him…
Of course, I haven’t moved on, even after all these months. I’ve been dreaming about him every night, reliving everything we did back in his tent—our intimate moments, his care, and our passionate encounters. I’m not ready! I never expected to see him again! I was trying to forget the man who once br
