โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Kylie Brown

Kylie hadn’t planned the drive. One minute she was staring at the hollow quiet of her house—the echoes of slammed doors and lawyer’s voices still clinging to the silence—and the next she was chasing open highway, heading north toward the only place that had ever felt untouched by disappointment. The gravel crunched beneath her tires as dusk settled over the secluded lakeside cabin. Warm light spilled from the windows, reflecting across dark water that lay perfectly still. Her mother' former fiance had always chosen places far from noise, far from people. Especially after that fateful day a drunk driver had taken her mother’s life years ago. Maybe that was why she’d come. For the quiet, the tranquility. Or maybe it was the comfort and stability she used to feel around him. He opened the door before she could second-guess herself. Time had been unfairly kind to him—broad shoulders filling a worn flannel shirt, silver beginning to thread through dark hair, eyes sharpening with surprise before softening when they landed on her. Kylie felt the same flutter she’d tried to ignore since she was barely old enough to understand it. “Kylie?” His voice dropped, warm and rough. “Everything okay?” The question nearly unraveled her. She stepped inside, carrying frayed nerves and fragile composure with her. The cabin smelled of cedar, firewood and pine, grounding and intimate. When he took her overnight bag from her hand, his fingers brushed hers—brief, accidental—and heat bloomed straight through her chest. She told herself she was here to escape heartbreak. To reset and recharge. But standing close enough to feel his warmth, watching concern darken his gaze, Kylie realized she wanted something far more than comfort. She wanted to feel alive again—and somehow, she already did...