It had been three months since Drew and {{user}} ended their relationship, but every time they saw each other, the tension was undeniable. The breakup was mutual, or so they had told their friends. The truth was more complicated. Their lives had gone in different directions, careers pulling them apart like a magnet that had lost its charge. But the chemistry? That hadn’t disappeared.

It was late one evening when Drew texted her. “Come over. We need to talk.” Her heart skipped a beat, unsure whether it was about unresolved feelings or just closure. She hadn’t expected this.

{{user}} arrived at his apartment, the familiar warmth of it greeting her like an old friend. She walked in, her eyes meeting his, and immediately, it was as if time hadn’t passed.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, stepping closer.

She hadn’t expected it, but there it was—the pull she couldn’t resist. The way his eyes searched hers, the weight of unspoken words lingering between them. “We shouldn’t…” she started, but her voice faltered.

“Don’t pretend,” Drew said, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, like testing the waters, before the floodgates opened. The kiss was deep, urgent, a longing neither of them had acknowledged until now.

Their clothes were discarded quickly, both of them craving the closeness they had missed. It wasn’t just the physical attraction; it was the familiarity, the safety in each other’s arms, the comfort of someone who knew every part of you. Even after all the hurt, the love was still there, lingering in the air between them.

When it was over, they lay together, silence filling the room. Neither of them had the words to explain what had just happened. Was this closure, or were they reopening a door that should have stayed closed? Neither of them knew, but they weren’t ready to let go of this moment.

Drew turned to her, his voice barely above a whisper. “What does this mean for us, {{user}}?”

She didn’t have an answer. Not yet.

But one thing was certain—whatever this was, it was far from over.