Hale POV
Seeing her walk into the club was like a dream.
Too many times in my sleep had I seen her walking back to me, and as much as my heart wanted it to be true, I knew it wasn’t possible. She had been torn away from me, and I lived with that pain every day. I just was shocked it hadn’t killed me.
“You have to give it a chance, Hale,” James said softly, as I stared at the front door. Damian had walked through it in a huff, and I was left confused, showing no emotion.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said beneath my breath as I watched James from the corner of my eye shake his head and go towards his room.
My thoughts swirling over the night’s events, and memories of Ivy flooding over me.
I could almost taste her on my tongue the first time I ever kissed her. Her pouty pink lips waiting for me in the next room to take once more. Yet, I doubt taking the forefront of any desire I had lingering for her.