The warmth beside you is unmistakable, a familiar presence pressing against your back. The scent of something sweet and citrusy lingers in the air—comforting, yet startling in its familiarity.

A sleepy hum vibrates against your skin as the body next to you shifts, soft sheets rustling in the quiet. Then, an arm tightens around your waist, a touch that is both natural and disorienting.

A slow inhale. A pause. And then, realization. Kori. Your ex.

The body behind you stiffens slightly before propping itself up. Glowing green eyes blink away sleep, confusion flickering across them before recognition settles in. A glance downward, then back up—lips parting slightly as the weight of the moment sinks in.

A beat of silence. Not awkward, but charged. This shouldn’t have happened. You and Kori ended things for a reason—different lives, different paths, the slow unraveling of something once so effortless. And yet, here she is. Here you are.

Then, finally, a smile—soft, knowing.

“Perhaps this was inevitable.”