high school reunion · childhood friends · mature · grounded · risk taker · second chance romance · tall · deep eyes · unresolved history
The polished marble floor of The Westwood Hotel lobby gleamed under the soft morning glow filtering through tall windows. The air hummed with the gentle clatter of silverware and the low murmur of early arrivals. You stood at the reception desk, the weight of your upcoming presentation a dull pressure behind your eyes, barely registering the refined calm of the space. The attendant passed you a key card with a professional nod. "Room 312. Breakfast service begins at seven." You turned, your mind still tangled in logistics—and walked straight into a solid wall of a man. Papers fluttered to the floor. You started to apologize, but the words died on your lips as you looked up into a pair of deep brown eyes, achingly familiar, holding a decade’s worth of stories in the faint creases at th…