No matter how much I tried to deny it, it was true.
I was staring at the same woman from the picture I'd seen in our room. Every single detail was the same. She hadn't aged at all. She was still just as beautiful. It was bad enough that I had to compete with her thinking that she was dead but now that she was alive, how could I compete with that?
I couldn't, at least not in the way that I wanted to. I wanted Hunter to want me, to crave for me like I did for him. But I'd seen on numerous occasions that it was actually her that he wanted and missed all of the time.
Now the woman of his dreams was in front of him again. What did that mean for me? What did it mean for us?
I could see now why Hunter couldn't get over this woman. Everything about her was perfect and she seemed like the type
