The night was hot, and the city outside buzzed with its usual energy, but inside the penthouse, there was only the low hum of tension. You and Kendall had always had a complicated relationship—too many fights, too much history, but never enough distance to truly stay away.

You didn’t know why you let him back in, but one thing led to another. The kiss was hard, desperate, familiar. You both knew this was a bad idea—hadn’t you already tried this? But tonight, the pull was too strong, and it felt like it always did: reckless, messy, and intense.

Afterwards, you both lay there in silence, the weight of everything hanging between you. Kendall, ever the mask of control, broke it with a tired sigh. “This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together, right?”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. “No, Kendall. It never does.”