Three months after our breakup, a moment of weakness led me to order something... intimate. But in my rush, I accidentally charged it to my ex-girlfriend’s linked account.
When the knock came, I never expected her to show up at my door, holding the privacy-labeled bag. Her gaze swept over me, instantly seeing through my sheer embarrassment. Pointing to the package, her fingers brushed against my burning ear as she whispered with pure possessiveness, "So, it’s that part of you that misses me?"
Those words shattered my cold facade. Seven years of longing, resentment, and buried desire came rushing back. In the most shameless, heated way possible, our tangled web of a relationship was forced to start all over again.
