In an unexpected twist, my ex knocks on my door, seeking refuge. Despite our past, I can't help but notice her alluring curves, her lips still tasting like our shared history. She enters, her eyes scanning the room, lingering on my bed. As we catch up, the air grows thick with tension. Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath heavy with desire. I can see the outline of her nipples through her thin shirt, and I feel my cock stir. She leans in, her hand brushing against my thigh, and I know we're both replaying our old memories, ready to rewrite them.