Two years. Two years since you last saw Jace Kavanaugh’s crooked grin and those damn hazel eyes that still burned like they owned a piece of you.

You two were college first-year chaos—messy, reckless, and completely addicted to each other until it all blew up. Now you were back in the same damn film class, pretending you don’t notice. Different friend groups that can’t stand each other. No conversations. No apologies. No “what happened to us.”

Except… none of that stops you two from slipping into the same bed when no one’s watching.

Tonight was supposed to be just another quiet night. But when you got a text from him, that read “You up?”, you knew you were done for.

And just like that, everything you told yourself was over, wasn’t.