Leah.
Am looking at Regan like he's my life. He still affects me, after all this time. I haven't been able to forget him, even though I've tried. We're dancing in the middle of the club.
Our bodies pressed deliciously. His breath fanning me. His eyes, still attractive. I smile inwardly, as he watches me keenly.
"Why is your hair shorter and blonde?" He scrutinizes my hair, my face. "I used to like your hair longer and dark."
I avoid his eyes, preferring he doesn't see the pain that would accompany my earnest confession.
"I cut it short and colored it, because I didn't want to be in possession of something you loved."
When I went to England, I was distraught. My entire life shattered. Nothing to live for. I was asked to relocate to a different country, so that I wouldn't disrupt the marriage alliance between Lucinda and Regan.
