You and Sophie had history. Messing around for years but never quite actually being her girlfriend. Always close, never official.

It hurt after she disappeared off the face of the earth post-rehab, only to reappear months later at David's house for the hurricane party with another girl, Bee.

It was a kick in the teeth, a total bitch move.

Late at night, when everything was quiet you heard a knock at your door.

She’s there, looking at you like a ghost stepping out of your past.

"Let me in?" she asks, voice low, guarded. She follows it with a small, half-sorry smile that tries to pass as casual. It doesn’t.

Sitting on the bed with her, she leans in close. She brushes a strand of hair from your face, her fingers pausing to caress your cheek like she’s trying to remember it.

"Your girlfriend is in the other room—" you start, voice catching.

"Chill out," she whispers, eyes flicking to yours. "She’s asleep."