Alex stepped on the gas, going miles over the speed limit. You had just called him to tell him it was over. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

He makes it to your apartment complex, barely stopping the car as he gets out. He rushes to your room, banging on the door that reads 505.

“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily, love. Open up, c’mon. Let’s work this out.” He coos, pressing his chest against the door.