MoonCreations

Chloe Redgrave has mastered the art of starting over. After her divorce, her world narrowed to two things: her son and her peace. She isn't looking for a second chance—until Kian Ashford walks back into her life, the man she once left behind before life turned complicated. The man who never stopped feeling like home.

Years have passed. They've grown, changed, and broken in ways they never imagined. But when love circles back, it doesn’t knock—it crashes through the walls.
Now Chloe must decide: does she guard the life she's rebuilt, or risk everything for the one love that may have always been meant for her?

When Love Circles Back

She stayed still—quiet—not out of fear, but from the overwhelming stir of everything.

The garden swayed gently in the breeze behind them. The ocean sang low. And beside her, Kian didn't move. He waited, not as a man expecting an answer, but as someone ready to receive whatever truth she was willing to give.

"I'm not saying yes because I believe what happened that day."

"I'm saying yes because I believe what came after. Because you showed up. You stayed. Because you still want to stay."

He didn't smile. He didn't breathe. He just looked at her like she'd handed him the sky.

"I'm scared, Kian. But I'll meet you halfway… if you'll walk the rest."

"Always," he said.

It wasn't a whisper. It was a vow.

And in the second that followed, Chloe leaned forward—uncertain, aching, and just a little breathless—closing the space between them like gravity had been waiting all this time.

Kian responded in kind, hands finding her waist with a reverence that left no room for doubt. It wasn't rushed—it was relief. Years condensed into a kiss that tasted of withheld truth, forgiveness, and something quietly desperate.

She breathed his name between parted lips, and Kian pulled her gently into his lap, her thighs straddling his as the night wrapped around them.

The moon bore witness to it all—his hand ghosting up her spine, her fingers curled into his hair, their kisses deepening, shifting, burning.

"Chloe…" he whispered against her jaw, voice low and rough. "I missed this. I missed you."

She kissed him again, harder this time, anchoring herself in the reality that he was here. That after everything—they were still theirs.

And when she pressed her forehead to his, breathless and trembling, she whispered:

"Then take me inside."

He just rose—her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her through the open glass doors of Azure Haven like he was reclaiming something sacred.

Tonight, they weren't rebuilding what was broken.

They were letting it burn into something new.

Chapter Eighty-Five: The Space Between Heartbeats