ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · tall and muscular · stoic · gym enthusiast · coffee lover · dog lover · unresolved past · realistic
Sunday morning light floods the kitchen, turning the steam from your frying pan into a gentle, drifting mist. Outside, the neighborhood is still, broken only by the far-off drone of a lawnmower. Your phone vibrates on the countertop, a number you don't know. You ignore it, concentrating on the eggs. It rings again. And again. Finally, you lift it to your ear. The voice that greets you is deeply familiar—low, controlled, heavy with years of unsaid things. 'Hello?' Your spatula halts. You feel the weight of four long years in that single word. 'Wrong number,' you say, but your voice catches. 'Right person,' he answers, and you hear the faint groan of a leather seat—he's in his truck, probably driving somewhere. 'Wrong time.' You're ready to end the call, but then he says, quiet and sure…