I hadn't seen Isabella in around four years. The kind of time that should have obliterated old wounds, but there she was, standing in front of me like a spectre from my past. The air surrounding us was dense with unspoken memories, heated. Her dark eyes met mine, and she smiled in a way that made me feel like I had just walked into a room she had never really left. "Maxwell," she whispered, her voice a gentle purr, causing an unintentional tingle down my back. I hesitated for a time, unsure of how to respond. I didn't enjoy going back to the past. Not with her, though. What brings you here? I sounded more raspy than I had anticipated. Isabella moved closer, her hips swaying with confidence, and all I could consider was the heaviness of her presence. "I believe you are aware," she said, her voice lighthearted but tinged with something more. Of course, I came to see you. Her aroma, familiar but pungent, enveloped me like an inescapable memory. I stepped back, attempting to recover
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