Divorce left me with an empty routine, punctuated by the shrill of my five AM alarm and the bitterness of my black coffee. Then Jeff, a young barista with eyes full of mischief and a smile that promised sunshine, walked into my life. He was half my age, a man, and everything I never expected to want. Offering him my spare room felt like crossing a line I never intended to cross, a "temporary arrangement" that threatened to shatter the erected walls around my heart. But as lingering glances turn into stolen kisses, I have to ask myself: is it finally time to risk everything for a love that's anything but ordinary?
