No one would ever guess that Shane Holland was a needy guy.

Truth was, he didn’t even realize it himself… not until he started dating you years ago.

The first times you slept together had been in secret, back at your parents’ house, when Shane was still deep in bad things. He had climbed in through your window, the two of you whispering in the dark, laughing softly so no one would hear. There was something thrilling about that back then — but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to now.

Now you had your own apartment. Your own bed. And he could hold you without fear, without rushing, without worrying someone might interrupt.

And Shane took full advantage of it.

He didn’t let you roll away for even a second. Pulled you back at the slightest movement, buried his face in your hair, breathed in your scent, fitted your body against his just to make sure you were really there.

That you weren’t going to disappear in the middle of the night.

You were finally at peace.

No more breaking up. No more leaving.

That morning was no different.

Shane was on vacation from work, you had just graduated college, which meant one thing: a whole lazy morning spent tangled up in bed.

When he woke up to the room softly lit and found the space beside him empty, panic hit him instantly — sharp and sudden.

Until he heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.

He let out a breath, sinking back into the pillow.

“Come back to bed, babe,” he called, his morning-rough voice loud enough for you to hear.

And when you walked back into the room…

It was official.

Shane Holland was completely addicted to you.