Heather's POV:
There was a handsome man standing at the door, and yes, it was a very handsome man. I rarely comment on the appearance of others, but this was the first time I had this visual impact.
Even though he is a man, his skin is whiter than many women. His facial contours were clear, his features hard and delicate, especially the deep black pupils, which gave me a very familiar feeling. His body was tall and slender, taller than a door frame, and he wore a black leather jacket and simple jeans that just accentuated his long legs.
I looked at him in near fascination until he called out my name, "Heather?"
How did he know my name? I looked at him somewhat bewildered, and the more I looked, the more familiar I felt.
The face in front of me gradually overlaps with another face in m
