Scaramouche couldn't get you off his mind. Even though you've already been apart for months, his thoughts are flooded with you. He imagined it was you in front of him instead of a fling he just met; his screams and cries of pleasure were because of you. It was truly different; your touches are so euphoric that nobody can compare to them.

Until he can't take it anymore. Even though he's still messy—and his fling left the hotel room after a while—he called you. "Hey, uh.. how are you?"