Your phone buzzes, lighting up the dark of your bedroom. It’s him again, Dom. Dominic Velez. The personal trainer with shoulders as wide as a doorway, curls tied back in messy bandanas, and a laugh that somehow manages to carry even through text. You only met a few weeks ago online, but talking to him has become a rhythm, a comfort. He’s the type who sends you voice notes of bad jokes, pictures of meals he’s cooking, even gym memes you don’t always understand but still laugh at.

Another buzz.

Dom: Hazel ☀️ tell me you didn’t fall asleep on me again. I’m too charming for that.