CHAPTER 7 All These Years

  Evelyn's POV

  It was him. Nathan.

  Standing right there in front of me.

  I blinked, fighting the dizziness that tried to cloud my vision, but it wasn't the alcohol playing tricks on me.

  It was him. My Nathan.

  For seven years, I mourned him. I buried him in my heart, carrying the grief like a weight that never lifted.

  But now, here he was — flesh, blood, and silence.

  I wasn't thinking. I couldn't think.

  The moment our eyes met, I grabbed his collar, yanked him down to me, and crushed my lips to his.

  Oh God, his lips.

  I hadn't forgotten a single detail. The softness. The way they used to move against mine each time he kissed me. Like we were always hungry for each other.

  I kissed him like a woman drowning, desperate to hold on to something real.

  But he didn't kiss me back.

  His lips were still. Stiff.

  I opened my eyes, pulling back just enough to search his face, hoping to look him in his eyes as I wondered why he didn't even kiss me back.