Ella

I keep thinking about Elijah as I drive home. I grip the steering wheel a little tighter, my thoughts pulling me back to that first time we met.

 From the moment I laid eyes on him, everything shifted. He was so well-spoken, kind, and the way he commanded respect without even trying—there was something magnetic about him. He made me feel seen in a way I hadn't felt in a long time.

My heart beats with longing, a pulse of warmth spreading through my chest at the ...