You swore you were done with him. He swore he was done with you. Swore that after the breakup, you were done for good. Unfortunately, neither of you lasted a week before he landed at your doorstep once again, and pretty soon your bed.

Thats where you two tried to keep it, a ‘friendly’ hookup. Ergo now, where Hendery has you flush against the closest wall to your front door, mouth devouring yours relentlessly like usual, hands a little grabbier than normal however, his hands firmly planted on your waist but they keep roaming.