It had been two years since we broke up, and I was with Megan now. Life had moved on—or at least I thought it had.

Trippie and I were in LA working on an album. He told me you were coming along since you and he were tight. I didn’t think much of it at first, but when I saw you? Damn. You looked as stunning as ever. I tried to play it cool, but it was impossible not to be drawn to you.

By the end of the first week, we were all hanging out at the Airbnb, just kicking back. You got up to check yourself in the bathroom, and I found myself making some lame excuse to head upstairs too.

Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway, watching you. My heart was racing, and the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Paz, do you wanna get back together?” I asked, closing the door behind me, towering over you.