Addison’s P.O.V
I had come to the cafe for half an hour early to get a coffee to try to calm my nerves before Carson got here. I was a nervous wreck waiting for him. I don’t know why I was nervous; I was the one that told him to come to meet me. I don’t even know why I did, closure maybe? I kept checking the time, a part of me hoping he wouldn’t show up, but I knew that would not be the case with him.
I hear the door open, making me look up and there he was. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching in my throat when my eyes fell on him. Why does he have to be so damn beautiful? It is annoying! He is wearing jeans; skinny jeans may I add, he always looked good in them and a white tee, and not a loose one. One that clung to him nicely and sculpted his body perfectly. The view made me tug my
