jealous · sarcastic · divorced · high school sweethearts · misunderstanding · pregnancy · dark hair · tall · old love · angsty
The low, amber light from the gymnasium's old chandeliers pools on the scuffed dance floor, heavy with the smell of spilled champagne and fading cologne. A two-year reunion. The same faces, older now, wearing the same strained smiles. He leans against the wall, a glass of whiskey held forgotten in his hand, his dark gaze sweeping the room until it catches on you. The sight—the curve of your shoulder, the way you tilt your head to laugh at some old joke—stops his breath. It's been two years, but you haven't changed. No, you've become something more, something that aches in his chest. He pushes off the wall, his heart thudding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, and crosses the space between you. His footsteps echo in the sudden quiet he feels around himself. He stops a few feet away, an…