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Chapter 1

Though there are trees and winding roads all over the country, Wesley could tell just by looking out the car window exactly where she was. Her small town in Michigan. It wasn't small enough to know everyone, but small enough to have explored every backroad at least a hundred times. Her hometown she so desperately escaped, gave her a secure feeling every time she returned. But something felt different this time.

This is where she grew up. Where she had her first girlfriend and first heart break. Where she ended her passion and love for sports. Where she packed her bags and left everyone and everything behind.

As she found herself on the last stretch of backroad before she made it to her destination, Wesley caught herself reminiscing on her past. The last time she was here, she had left her small town in a hurry leaving a lot of things unfinished. Including what she had with her.

As she arrived at the old grey house she grew up in, her grandparents awaited her waiving on the front porch. It had been a long time since she came back here. Five years to be exact. But it was time to face her past if she wanted to move on with her life.

"Hey nana, hey pops," Wesley said stepping out of the car.

"It's been too long blondie," her grandfather said as they approached her.

"How have you been?"

They both embraced her.

"I've been fine, how are you guys?"

"Oh, we are just fine sweetie," her grandmother replied.

"Come in and get a cup of coffee. I know you're tired after that long drive."

They all went inside and caught up. Wesley had to explain to them all her plans of extending her bakery to her hometown. She still had plenty to wrap up back at her main bakery, but a couple more months and she will plant her roots again right there in that small Michigan town. After a few hours of conversation and repetitive reminders of how long it's been since she was home, Wesley was tired are ready to call it a night. She said her goodnights and got ready for bed.

She was staying with her grandparents until all of her things arrived at her new house. Her new house was right across the street from her grandparents, that way she can keep an eye on them after her grandmother fell a couple weeks ago.

She just had the house built, equipped with everything she wanted. From a balcony looking over the lake to a giant kitchen with three ovens so she could bake. The house was built just for her and her desires.

As she lay there restless, Wesley was trying to pinpoint an ache that she has felt in her chest since the moment she got in town. With no luck she tirelessly scrolled through her emails. She reached one from the manager of her main bakery. She was telling Wesley that she only needs to make one trip back to finalize some paperwork and she was good to go.

As she finally started to doze off, her phone buzzed. She ignored it thinking it was just her best friend checking in. It buzzed again.

Now she was wide awake again and reached for her phone. As the blur form her tired eyes cleared up and she read her phone, she froze. It was her. It had to be her.

She read the notification.

"2:26AM Text from Unknown"

"2:29AM Text from Unknown"

The ache in Wesley's chest grew to an unbearable level. Was this ache over her? She had though she had moved on. It had been 5 years since they broke up. And everyone knows it was not on good terms.

Heart racing, she opened the messages.

"I saw you were in town."

"Let's meet up. Just to talk."

In a complete shock, Wesley just stared at her phone screen. It was most definitely her.

How did she know she was in town? She had only told her grandparents and she had only been there a few hours. How did she have Wesley's number? As a million thoughts raced through her head, it hit her. She had stopped at the gas station that was right next to where her family lives.

Why didn't she see her when she stopped? After her 8-hour drive, she was exhausted and needed to fill up her Jeep. Was she too tired to remember? Was she there? It didn't matter. She texted her and she didn't know what to do or how to feel.

As she was trying to figure out what to say, another message replaced the first two.

Unknown

"I know you read the message. Meet me now? You know where to come."

Late at night? Why did she want to meet now? And how did she expect Wesley to know where to go?

Oh. It took less than a second for Wesley to realize where she was supposed to go. She knew exactly where to go. But it was not a good idea.

Wesley met her ex when she was 22 at a bar in their small town. There weren't many bars around, let alone a gay one so Wesley got lucky when she met her ex. Well lucky she met another lesbian, unlucky for how it ended and all the pain that followed.

For two years they spent every second they could with each other. There wasn't much to do in their small town, so they spent a lot of that time fishing and driving up and down every backroad.

Wesley caught herself thinking about the past. She snapped herself out of it and went to reply to the messages. She started to type and realized she didn't know what to say. She sat blankly. A few minutes passed and yet another message came through.

Unknown

"Don't worry. We can just catch up. Or whatever you want."

Wesley's breath began to deepen.

Wesley lived a pretty typical life, not including her sexual desires. Before she met her ex, Wesley's sex life was just as any other lesbians in this small town – nothing special. But Wesley always knew she craved something more. Something no one could give her until she met her ex.

The night she met her ex, they locked eyes across the room and Wesley immediately saw something in her eyes that made her have to have her. From the second they introduced themselves they both craved each other. Crave one another's touch. But Wesley craved something more.

That craving Wesley felt the moment she met her ex came crashing on her. She wanted to see her. She wanted to hear her voice. She wanted to feel her.

Wesley was 29 years old and did not have to sneak out. But she didn't want to wake her grandparents, so she tiptoed out the back door. She felt like she was a teenager all over again.

She got in her Jeep and started it up. What was she doing? Was this a good idea? What did her ex want after all this time? There was only one way to find out.