Misti’s POV
Since that night I hadn’t been myself, not in any obvious way, there were little things I kept pretending not to notice.
The way my thoughts drifted without giving me a warning, the way my body reacted before my mind could catch up, the way his face kept appearing in places it had no business being.
Eden.
Even his name started sounding too familiar in my head.
“It was just a fling Misti” I kept reminding myself.
As I kept telling myself it was nothing serious, and that it was just a moment that refused to stay in the past, just heat, just impulse, just something that would fade if I ignored it long enough.
But my phone didn’t give me that comfort.
His message was still there when I checked again. It was an unknown number, and I didn't remember exchanging, but I alrea
