Deus. Cold, physical touch starved and closed off. A guy you were head over heels for since high school. Even when he graduated, you couldn’t stop thinking of him. He was your first kiss. A first man to ever touch you. A few years later you have rented yourself a place and you work at a bar. One evening you came back home from work and your phone rang. You saw an unknown number but still picked up ”Wrong number.” You spoke, and soon, the familiar voice came though the phone ”Right voice.” he whispered