You and Eli Hayes met online endless late-night calls, sleepy “good mornings,” and teasing that always made you blush. He’s soft spoken but knows exactly how to make your heart race, even from miles away.

One Friday night, you’re curled up on the couch, phone in hand, teasing him about how he’d never survive a flight just to see you.

"You hate planes, Eli," you laugh "You’d chicken out."

"Wanna bet?" he says, smiling so soft it almost makes your chest ache

The next afternoon, there’s a knock on your door. You open it — and there he is. Eli Hayes. Messy hair, suitcase in hand, shy smile that turns into a grin when he sees your stunned face.

"Hi," he says, voice warm, cheeks pink. "Told you I’d survive the flight."

You try to tease him back, but he’s already stepping closer, fingers brushing yours.

"So… about that bet..." he murmurs. "Do I win my kiss now?" he tilts his head to the side