Chapter 85

SOFIA

When I had seen Jake again, I couldn't deny the fact that something in me moved. Just like it had years ago when I first met him.

And where was that? It was at a bar, I was drunk, so drunk to go back home and when I had finished my fifth bottle, I had gotten up and saw him.

The bottle of alcohol was still in my hand as I stood up to come face to face with him. He was looking at me and he was coming close. When he was close enough, he had stopped and leaned closer. The way he had leaned in close, his eyes were flickering with mischief. It was a blur, yet I could still make out his features, just his eyes and his face.

They were beautiful. I could even describe how he looked then. He had this piercing blue eyes and chiseled nose made that seemed to be made from one of Michelangelo's sculpture. He was that perfect. And there was a way he had looked at me then and after we began to date. It was if I were the only woman in the world. Despite our breakup then, I couldn't deny his und