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of his house. Oh, the irony. Why were we such a mess
together?
Wordlessly, I cracked the window open, and sidestepped,
to let him in. Maddox stumbled inside and then
straightened to his full height.
I forgot how small he made my room feel, whenever he
was in here.
His presence was imposing, like a storm crashing
through. Maddox towered over me, and I looked down at
my bare arms. My skin was full of goosebumps.
His gaze slid over me, taking everything in. I was
wearing a tank top and my sleeping shorts. This was the
most skin he was seeing, since our breakup.
“What are you doing here?” I finally asked.
He cocked his head to the side. “I’m asking myself the
same question.”
When a cold air gushed through, I closed the window
and leaned against the sill. He inspected my room, his
attention falling on a photo of us on my nightstand. Our
graduation picture. The day he gave me our dreamcatcher.
We were both silent for a very long time, the tension in the
room growing thicker.
I wasn’t cold anymore. My skin flushed under his rapt
attention, and I couldn’t look away from his face. Thick
eyebrows. Blue eyes. A strong nose. Full lips. Squared jaw
and what appeared to be three-days’ worth of stubble. His
handsome, rugged face.
Our eyes met again.
My heart thudded.
And then I felt it… the butterflies in my stomach. The
butterflies I thought I had lost before. They were never
gone. Just silent. Waiting for me to finally snap out of it.
Waiting for him…
He slid closer, taking one step toward me. I gripped the
windowsill, so I wouldn’t do something stupid, like reach
out to him, begging him to kiss me.