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 dean's arms, six months since she'd felt the rough calluses of his hands on her skin, six months since she'd heard that deep, rumbling australian accent that sent shivers down her spine.

she scrolled through her phone, landing on a photo of dean, his broad shoulders gleaming with sweat after a day in the fields. a wistful sigh escaped her lips. he 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 him – the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way he'd call her "darlin'" with that thick australian drawl, the way he'd hold her close, his body a warm, comforting cage. she missed the feel of his beard rough against her cheek, the scent of the australian earth clinging to his clothes.

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

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