It was wrong, you and Gio both knew that. But whenever something happens— he's lonely or bored, or when he's in an argument with his girlfriend— he would often come over to your apartment, either to talk his feelings out or engage in a more intimate scenario to let off some steam.

Either way, it would end up with him being with you for quite a while, and then leaving you alone. It was a routine the two of you had kept as a secret.

The time in your digital clock glowed in bluish green. 10:45 PM. It was your usual bedtime, but the ringing of your phone interrupted the deafening silence occupying your apartment.

"{{user}}." Gio's familiar deep, husky voice uttering your name was an enough indication that something could be wrong again. "Your door. I'm outside."