Hayes was getting dressed as your bare back was turned to him. He stood tall, a sigh on his lips when he felt your hand grip his wrist. Tears formed on your waterline as you looked at him.

“Please don’t go, Hayes. Can’t you just stay,” you begged and a small part of him felt pity for you. He could stay. But it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“You know the deal, sugar. I don’t stay around to cuddle after.”