J.S. Wood

He was so carefree, so sure of himself, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We met like it was meant to be, like we were the only two people in the world that were supposed to find each other.

I’d sworn he

He was so carefree, so sure of himself, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We met like it was meant to be, like we were the only two people in the world that were supposed to find each other.

I’d sworn he was my soul mate.

It’s not so different now.

But there’s so much between us, so much hurt. There are no fixes now, no way to go back, to start over, to mend that pain that I created.

“Right.” I clear my throat and gesture to Daniel to take over.

Before he can, Caleb stands to his full six feet, one inch, body lean with muscle. The mop of brown hair on his head somehow put together and messy at the same time, just as always. His brown eyes hold mine as he makes his way to my end of the table and before I can comprehend what’s happening, he grabs my head and presses his lips to mine so firmly that I feel off balance. Or maybe that’s due to the kiss.

I don’t respond for a few seconds and when I do, it’s with instinct.

Next thing I know, he’s hunched over the conference table, one arm behind his back and his head slammed to the table where I put it. He chuckles, completely unbothered by my assault.

I’m expecting him to be mad, to get angry. Or one of my old friends to do the same.

But instead I’m met with raucous laughter filtering into the room.

“I missed you too, Gem.”

I’ve never been more confused in my life.