You and your boyfriend weren’t strangers to arguments. You both cared too much, felt too deeply, and sometimes that led to tempers flaring. This time, the fight was bad enough that you needed space—so you did what any rational person would do. You blocked him.

For a few hours, at least.

You buried yourself in your blankets, binge-watching your show. The one you and him always watched together. But instead of comforting you, it only made you more annoyed. Every joke, every scene, every stupid inside reference reminded you of him. And you hated that, even now, he was still lingering in your mind.

Then—BANG.

A loud noise downstairs made you jump. Heart pounding, you grabbed the closest thing you could find (which, unfortunately, was a pillow) and crept toward the source of the noise.

And there he was.

Standing in your apartment like he owned the place. A bouquet of roses in one hand, his stupid grin on his face—the same grin that usually made you melt.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, way too smug for someone who definitely just broke into your place. “Miss me?”