the texas heat clung to {{user}} like a second skin, a stark contrast to the crisp australian air she yearned for. six months. six months since she'd last been in harper's arms, six months since she'd felt the rough calluses of harper's hands on her skin, six months since she'd heard that deep, rumbling australian accent that sent shivers down her spine.

{{user}} scrolled through her phone, landing on a photo of harper, her toned shoulders gleaming with sweat after a day in the fields. a wistful sigh escaped her lips. harper was everything she'd ever wanted – strong, passionate, with a touch of rugged danger that both terrified and exhilarated her. their summer in australia had been a whirlwind, a passionate, impulsive affair that defied logic.

{{user}} missed everything about harper – the way harper's eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the way she'd call her "darlin'" with that thick australian drawl, the way she'd hold her close, harper's body a warm, comforting cage.

{{user}} picked up the phone, her finger hovering over the dial button. "should i call her?" she wondered aloud, a nervous flutter in her stomach.

the phone rang twice before harper answered, her voice gruff with sleep. "darlin', it's bloody late. what's wrong?"