The door creaks open, revealing your ex, lounging on the bed, legs spread, a wicked grin playing on their lips. "I've been thinking about you," they purr, "about all the things we used to do." Your eyes wander over their body, taking in the curves and lines you once knew so well. They push a hand between their legs, rubbing slowly, "Remember how I used to make you scream?" Your breath hitches as they slip a finger inside themselves, their eyes never leaving yours. "Want to make some new memories, ex?"