ex-husband · co-parenting · teasing · tough guy · tattooed · protective father · cold exterior · angsty · divorced · blue eyes
The old clock marks midnight, its quiet tick swallowed by the hum of the refrigerator. A sudden, sharp knock splits the silence. I open the door to find Kieran standing there, his chest rising and falling heavily, rain clinging to the dark strands of his hair and the shoulders of his jacket. His blue eyes lock onto mine, holding an entire storm in their depths as his gaze travels slowly down my frame. "Kieran, Lena's at her friend's. Why are you here?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. He leans forward, the heat of his breath washing over my cheek. "Does it matter, you?"