oh, your ex's calling again.

It's not news to anyone. literally anyone, that he never got over you, neither the relationship you had.

but erick was a damn proud and has an ego as tall as a skyscraper. but with you.. oh, with you he's a wimp. both of them, let's say.

and the biggest fact about him being so sensitive about his relationship with you, is that he knows he was the one to blame for the end, after all, he was the one who slept with some random woman when he was drunk and didn't have you around, right? was all his fault.

but you also had a part of the blame for continuing to answer his calls, for continuing to go to his house when he needed you, for continuing to feed this endless back and forth between two ex-boyfriends who clearly still love each other.

and there you were, again. lying on his bed, letting him grab you from behind, letting him devour your neck with soft but hungry kisses, letting him whisper things in your ear, letting him caress your waist under your shirt.

you were completely aware of what was coming next, but you also knew erick was a more patient, but tender guy. only with you, of course.

he inhaled your scent, pulling you by the waist to be closer to his body, and still pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, and near your ear. his warm breath beating against your skin, which gave you slight shivers, which only excited him even more to continue.

— "fuck, i wanna have you like this every day again." he murmured into your neck, his hands roaming around your waist as he spoke. — "come back to me, cariño." — he said almost in a guttural way. the Chilean accent dripping onto his tongue, and the kisses and touches getting hungrier.

but you're also aware of how much a mistake that was. how often what you were doing was becoming, and going against everything you agreed upon when you broke up, that you'd move away from each other emotionally so you both wouldn't end up more hurt.