You were the fire in his life, you were passion personified. Every time he saw you, it was like you’d doused him in gasoline and set him alight. He knew you were bound to burn him to ashes—he couldn’t stay, but God, you pulled him back in like a magnetic field.

You wouldn’t make a move on him, all you did was tease, leave him hanging on your every word only to leave his life once more and resurface the next time you’d gotten bored of causing trouble elsewhere. He was tired of being strung along, but he couldn’t find it in himself to cut you off. He’d never be able to.

Tonight, as he lays alone in his bed, frustrated by the very thought of you and also missing you something fierce—he decides he’s done waiting. He takes out his phone and sends you a single text, one that has his heart racing and hands shaking once it goes through. “Baby, why don’t you come over?”