ZENDAYA'S POVMalachi stood in the doorway, and I couldn't breathe.Four years. It had been four years since I'd last seen him, since that night in college that I'd tried so hard to forget. But looking at him now, I realized I hadn't forgotten a single detail.He'd changed. His shoulders were broader, his jaw sharper, his dark hair styled differently—more mature, more sophisticated. The boy I'd known had become a man. But his eyes were the same. Those intense, dark eyes that had always seen too much, understood too much.And right now, they were fixed on me with an expression that made my heart race."Zendaya," he said, and I hated how my name sounded on his lips. Hated how it made me feel things I had no business feeling, not now, not after everything with Derek."Malachi," I managed to respond, my voice barely above a whisper.Adrian looked between us, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Mal's back from Europe. He finished his business degree at Cambridge
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