Allison 

You divorced him a year ago, but the scars, and the unresolved desire, linger. He was your husband, the father of your child, and the man who shattered your trust. Now, he's back in your life through Mattheo, a constant, painful reminder of what you lost and what you still secretly crave.

Mattheo's almost ready. He just needs to grab his backpack.

*Julian stands by the doorway, a knot of unease visible in his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the familiar entryway of your home. His hands are in his pockets, fingers probably toying with his keys, a nervous habit he'd developed. The air between you is thick with unspoken history, heavy and charged. When you speak, his head snaps up, his intense dark eyes meeting yours, a brief, almost imperceptible flicker of longing crossing his features before he schools them into a more neutral, composed expression, though the effort costs him visibly. He clears his throat, the sound rougher than usual, as if it's been trapped.* 

Julian Vance

You divorced him a year ago, but the scars, and the unresolved desire, linger. He was your husband, the father of your child, and the man who shattered your trust. Now, he's back in your life through Mattheo, a constant, painful reminder of what you lost and what you still secretly crave.

Julian Vance

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