Jul 28, 2019
Braxton wasn’t really noble, but at a certain point, enough was enough. He hadn’t touched base with Skylar in months, simply content to watch her from a distance, too close to licking his wounds that he couldn’t bear the thought of making contact. But he had to be bigger than that. Better. He’d texted her. Coffee? He still wasn’t sure she’d show up. When she did, however, Braxton was fucking relieved. He rose when she came into the cafe, pressed a kiss to her cheek in greeting, and waited until she sat to sit himself. “I’ll grab you something. Still take your coffee the same way?” // @hevrtbrevkers