Elena’s POV
It started with a message. Just a short, innocuous text flashing across my phone while I was curled up in Adrian’s living room, half-distracted by edits on my new manuscript.
Nathan: Coffee sometime? Just to talk. – Nathan
For a moment, I only stared at it. My chest tightened. I’d deleted his number months ago, but I still recognized it by heart, that was the problem with first loves. Even when they ended badly, pieces of them lived under your skin.
I nearly set the phone down and ignored it. But curiosity had its claws in me. What could he possibly want now?
I didn’t answer right away. I spent hours pacing the apartment, tapping out half-replies and deleting them. When Adrian came home later, he was all warmth and laughter, his hand settling on my lower back as he presse
