Butt Dial (HOT!)

You didn’t mean to call me?

That’s what you’re going with?

Then why did I pick up… and already know it was you?

This isn’t a conversation.

It’s a spiral in disguise.

You’ll hear me trying not to break.

Trying not to remember how good it was.

Trying not to let the sound of your name wreck me all over again.

But I do.

And you will too.

This is soft rage, wet memory, and the kind of breathless whisper that gets stuck in your chest.

It’s a voicemail you were never supposed to hear, but now that you have, you’ll never forget it.

You still dream about me.

And tonight, I answer.