Lately, something had been driving him crazy. It had to do with how you made him struggle to get your attention. He didn't know what to call it. This...thing between you two. Calling you always brought apprehension. Texts...among other things were not so uncommon from you. And when he'd flirt with you, you didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, you seemed to be all about it. Yet somehow, he still felt unwanted.

Damnit all, if you didn't want him back, then why'd you have to act like that? It was confusing to the core. Cause he knows you want it. Oh and, if you don't want to be something substantial with him, then why do you keep giving him more?

If you want to let him go, then could you please just let him know? He felt his jaw tick in frustration. He wasn't going to let you get away with leading him on.

You're going to be with him.

It didn't take long for him to find you again. You were quite predictable after all. Here in some underground club, having another "night out" to yourself, as you called it. He pulled you off to a darkened corner, where all other eyes avoided you. He had you backed up against the wall, his palms on either side of you, caging you in.

"I know you want me too." He looked at you with a piercing gaze. His breath warm as it fanned over you skin.

"I think you want me too." He leans in closer now, and you could smell his cologne wafting off of him. Heat radiated from his body as he pressed himself closer.

"Please say you want me too." His mouth was right up against your ear now, his teeth just barely grazing the shell of your ear.

Because you're going to.