I looked at him and saw a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there so much after his dad died. The small smile that was present was heart-warming and heart-breaking at the same time. What on Earth possessed him to come? I couldn’t tell, but I couldn’t shut the door in his face. That strong, handsome face, the one that haunted my dreams. The lips that used to kiss me, amongst other things. My heart rate spiked and I couldn’t calm down. I’d let him in the house after telling Ayden to go to his room for a while. Then I’d made a cup of coffee just for something to do. I walked back into the lounge and saw Drake sat there, looking around the room, fidgeting and looking uncomfortable. I looked at his profile, the same strong features that I had fallen in love with, but his hair was longer and slightly curly. It suited him. For a moment, I wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through it. I moved from the doorway to sit with him. It took all I had not to reach out and touch him.
