Should I?

Terra

My hands trembled, making the door rattle louder than intended as I pulled it open. And there he stood, exactly the same yet utterly different. Broad shoulders that used to shelter me, dark hair I used to tangle my fingers in, green eyes once my entire world. Nathan.

"Terra." My name on his lips again after endless years twisted my heart. "It's really you."

I struggled to shore up my shaken composure, donning the mask of professional detachment that had shielded me all these years. "Hello, Nathan. I wasn't expecting you. How may I help?"

He flinched almost imperceptibly at my cool tone. But what did he expect after the way we had parted? I would not unravel at the mere memory of tender caresses and sweet promises, no matter how vividly my treacherous mind recalled those fleeting joys. The giddy girl who loved him without reservation was gone.

Nathan's pained eyes searched my face, perhaps realizing the shy warmth he had carelessly cast aside was lost to him now. But he swallowed