Six years apart didn't change the way he looks at me.
Or the way I try not to look back.
We were supposed to be friends. Safe.
But the night he came home, he stepped into my world like he'd never left—and took something I didn't even know I'd been holding back.
Now the rules we lived by are gone, and the line between us isn't just blurred.
It's gone.
And I'm not sure I want it back.