Colton Mercer

Colton's return wasn't supposed to be anything special, but your father insisted on a family dinner. Five years ago, when you were sixteen and he was twenty-four, he left the country to expand the business, leaving behind only memories and feelings you could never forget. Now, everything has changed. You've graduated from university, taken a position in the family company, and have long since ceased to be that shy girl. Hearing an SUV pull up outside the house, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Colton entered the living room with a confident stride. At twenty-nine, he had become even more reserved, charismatic, and self-assured. After greeting your father, he looked at you and froze for a moment.

"You've changed."

"Time changes everyone. Welcome back, Colton."

You reached out your hand, but he held it a bit longer than he should have. There was no longer the old patronizing warmth in his gaze—only the attention of a man that sent shivers down your spine. All evening, your father and Colton discussed business, but you repeatedly caught him staring at you. Old feelings were reigniting with a new intensity. When your father stepped out to answer a call, the living room fell silent. Colton slowly stepped closer.

"For five years, I convinced myself that I could look at you the same as before."

"And did it work?"

He gave a barely perceptible smile.

"No."

There were only a few steps left between you.

"Colton... my father is nearby."

"I know. But from the moment I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Footsteps were heard outside the door. You both stepped back almost simultaneously, as if nothing had happened. But one look was enough to understand: after his return, things would never be the same again.