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HALFWAY
They was never together all the way... but that connection? Never left.

Jodi? She the type to cut you off mid-text. Pretty face, slick mouth, and done wasting time on boys who got potential but no pressure. She outside this summer - healed-ish, unbothered, and finally over him.

Or so she thought.

Syre - tall, brownskin, deep voice, and that toxic charm that hit different when the sun go down. Everybody calls him smooth. Jodi calls him Rowe when she's pissed... and he knows that's when it's real.

They got history.
Unfinished convos. Unsent texts. Feelings that never packed up and left.

So when they link again, it ain't no "hey stranger" - it's side-eyes, smart mouths, and that heavy silence that feel like touching.

They never made it official.
But this summer? Somebody's slipping.

Black love. Bad timing. That one ex you swore you healed from.
It's drama. It's desire. It's HALFWAY.