It’s been around a year since you rejected Alex’s proposal, you didn’t want any involvement in his mafia life. But you were his highschool sweetheart, he wouldn’t leave you alone, you were the only woman he ever loved

The night air was cool as you shut your car door, locking it out of habit. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was there.

“You always get home too late,” Alex murmured.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you finally faced him. “And you always wait for me.”

He took a step closer, his green eyes flickering with something unreadable. “I don’t like being away from you.”

You sighed, but it wasn’t annoyed. “Alex—”

“Don’t tell me to stop.” His hand reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was warm, familiar. “We both know you don’t want me to.”