Chloe pressed a palm against her chest, fingers curling slightly over the fabric of her shirt—steadying herself, forcing her heartbeat to slow.
Why?
Why was she feeling this?
Why was she reacting like this?
Her ears burned, heat crawling up her neck—a traitorous flush she hated, despised, refused to acknowledge.
She exhaled sharply, closing her eyes.
Chloe Redgrave, are you insane?
This was Kian Ashford—the very man she left behind.
The very man she convinced herself she had outgrown.
The very man she thought—thought—was just a piece of her past.
And yet, here she was.
Chest tight. Breath uneven.
Heart thumping in a way she couldn't control.
She inhaled sharply, fingers pressing against her temples, shaking her head.
No. This was nothing. It had to be nothing.
And yet—somewhere deep down, she knew the truth.
Kian was the best she had.
Her first for everything.
Her first heartbreak.
And the worst part?
She was the one who walked away.