It wasn’t an imagination I could snap out of, nor was it a dream I could wake up from. I couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t here either, because he was here with me. This was real. Aaron Hart stood closer to me than ever. I could feel his heated gaze watching my every move, wanting to see my next reaction.
I turned from the elevator to face him and found a look on his face I couldn’t figure out.
“Zera Adams.” His deep, hoarse voice called out like we had scores to settle, and shivers ran down my spine. His voice had been my downfall in the past, and even now, it still is.
“You look amazing,” he said, and his eyes dragged over my body like it was on full display for him. “Indeed, the years have been kind.”
I swallowed.
I left him in my past five years ago, and ever since then, I have avoi
