August's POV

The moment I opened the front door, the scent of chocolate cake wrapped around me, bringing back memories of when life had seemed so much simpler.

Isabelle was pouring chocolate frosting over the cake, her hair twisted into a messy bun, wearing a fitted camisole. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. It had been so long since we'd really touched each other. It was such an ordinary scene, but desire slammed into me anyway. I wanted to pin her against that kitchen island and l