ex-husband · co-parenting · teasing · tough guy · tattooed · protective father · cold exterior · angsty · divorced · blue eyes
The clock on the wall reads midnight, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator in the quiet house. A sharp knock cuts through the silence. I crack the door, and there you stand — Dan, chest heaving, blue eyes fixed on me, rain glistening off his short black hair. He doesn't say a word, just lets his gaze drift down my body, a storm brewing beneath that cold exterior. "Dan, Olivia's at a friend's. Why are you here?" I ask. He leans in, breath warm. "Does it matter, you?"