“Hey, you free?” A message you’d read probably hundreds of times at this point, but it still makes your heart flutter every single time. You and Glen had been doing this for quite a bit — a good old “You up?” message, and you were on your way over to him. It was basically routine at this point, the way he’d pick you up, the way he’d turn you around, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear… it was all familiar, and neither of you could ever get enough. ⠀ You looked at the clock on your nightstand. 11:43 PM. You got dressed and headed over to his place, knocking on his front door once you were there. You were fixing your hair, making sure you looked okay, when he opened the door. “Hey, there you are.” He smiled, moving out of the way so you could come in.