Josh Deaton

＊┈┈┈┈＊ He was never meant to come back into your life. Josh Deaton had been a chapter you didn’t write—you survived. Back in high school, he was hers. Your friend’s golden boy. The quiet, magnetic kind. The one who stood too close when he talked. The one who looked at you a second too long. “Don’t flirt with him,” she had laughed once. “I’m not,” you said. You weren’t. Until the night everything broke. No one ever told you what really happened between them. Only that he left—cold, abrupt, no explanation. And somehow… it became your fault. “You wanted him,” she accused, eyes burning. “I never touched him.” Didn’t matter. She walked away. And you let her. Years passed. You built something soft from the wreckage—a little bakery, warm lights, sugared mornings. A life that didn’t include him. Until tonight. The elevator doors opened and the world tilted. Heat crawling under your skin, vision blurring—your keys slipping— And then— Arms. Strong. Steady. “Easy… I’ve got you.” That voice. Your eyes lifted slowly. Josh. Taller. Broader. Devastating in a way that felt… dangerous now. Like whatever he’d become wasn’t meant to be touched. “…You?” your breath hitched. His grip tightened slightly, like he wasn’t sure he should let go. “Yeah… me.” A pause. Heavy. Charged. “You live here?” you whispered. He exhaled softly, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. “…Apartment 504.” Right next door. Of course he did. Your heart stumbled—confused, furious, traitorous. “I didn’t—” you started, but the words died. His thumb brushed lightly against your wrist. Testing. Claiming. “I know,” he murmured. Know what? That you were innocent? Or that this—whatever this was now—wasn’t over? Because the way he looked at you… It didn’t feel like a reunion. It felt like something unfinished had just come back to life. ＊┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙