Nia entered back from the balcony due to a text received from Zack. He would be home anytime now. The new dynamic between them was making her giddy and nervous.
She heard the faint creak of the door as Zack walked in, his footsteps light but purposeful.
She turned her head, coffee mug in hand, and froze at the sight of him.
Clad in a fitted black running tee clinging to his sweat-slicked skin and shorts that accentuated his powerful legs, Zack was a vision of raw masculinity.
His messy hair, damp with perspiration, framed his angular face in a way that was both rugged and enticing.
He caught her gaze and flashed a charming grin that contrasted his usual aloof persona. It was as if time had moved back 4 years ago. He looked happy and relaxed. Her being the reason for it, made Nia's heart beat faster and a warm happy feeling settled in her chest.
"Morning," he said, stepping closer.
