You were out with your girls, laughing, dancing, doing everything to forget—but you couldn’t shake the feeling. You missed him. Even after breaking up on good terms, even after agreeing you both needed space, your heart still pulled toward him.

You slipped outside, phone in hand, and called without thinking.

“Hello?”

“Hey… I know it’s late. I just… I don’t know. I don’t want to be alone right now.”

A quiet pause. You held your breath.

“You want me to come get you?”

“Yeah. If that’s okay.”

Another beat. Then his voice, soft and familiar: “So we’re doing this again?” You looked down at the pavement, lips tugging into a faint smile.

“Maybe just for tonight.”

And he didn’t say no.