The morning air felt electric. As I drove to work, I couldn't stop replaying the moment we said goodnight.

The phantom touch of his kiss on my lips stayed with me, dragging up memories of when we were still hopelessly in love. It felt as if we’d looped back to the beginning—to those reckless, warm days when everything between us was effortless.

This is the Tristan I fell for.

I walked into the office wearing a smirk I couldn't hide, still wrapped in the afterglow of the night before. But when I reached my desk, my smile stopped.

A gift bag sat there.

Curious, I peeked inside and found a...