As soon as her knuckles hit the wood, the door swung open. Dark eyes widened with surprise.He stepped into the door frame. Dressed in a pair of jeans, shirtless, and his curly hair still wet
from a shower, she couldn’t help but admire him as a man and not the boy he’d been when she left.
The scent of aftershave and soap wafted out. No cologne. Just deliciously clean.
“Hi,” she breathed, sliding her fingers through her messy hair and looking down at the porch.
“Chelsea.”
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