Jenna sat on the edge of the bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. The room was dark, save for the faint glow from the screen, casting shadows across her face. She glanced over at the sleeping figure beside her. Her "new" girlfriend was curled up under the blankets, breathing softly, completely unaware of what Jenna was about to do.

She shouldn't. She knew that. But the pull was too strong.

Jenna had tried to fight it all night, but the memories, the ache of it, had been gnawing at her since the moment the thought crossed her mind. It had been months since they'd last spoken—months since she had moved on, or at least pretended to. But it didn’t take much for everything to come rushing back. The temptation was overwhelming.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she tapped the familiar name on her screen and held the phone to her ear. It rang once, then twice, and just as she was about to hang up, she heard your voice. "Hello?" You said.

"Hey."

Jenna whispered.