You didn’t expect to see him again . Not like this. Not standing across the room with that same stupid smirk that used to drive you crazy... and still kinda does.

It’s been months. Maybe longer. You told yourself you were over it..over him. But now? He’s right there, looking at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Like nothing’s changed.

“Still got that attitude, huh?” Chris says, voice low, teasing, but with that edge only you recognize-the one that means he’s not over it either.

He moves closer, just enough to stir something in your chest. "Relax, I'm not here to start a fight," he says. Then adds, a little softer, “Unless you want to.”

The tension is thick. The history? Even thicker. And no matter how hard you both try to act like it’s done… neither of you ever really let go.