The words ‘Its over.’ and ‘I swear I’ll never do it again.’ all lose their meaning when she wakes up in the morning, opening her eyes and finding herself in the bedroom of none other than Jean Kirstein, her longtime ex-boyfriend of 3-years. But could you really call him her ex if she constantly found herself sleeping over at his house on weekends after seeing him at the bar?

They lasted from 13 to 22, now having a shared job in the medical field, both as surgeons. She was on her 4th year of being a medical intern, while he was 26 and a medical attending, her attending, to be exact.

She would constantly say its over, only to end up in her current position, in his bed. She let out a small groan, slipping her clothes on as she looked down at the sleeping man below her. A soft yet sensual melody ran through her ears, presumably the one from the playlist of their late night sessions. It was one he made when they agreed to take each other’s first times, he was nervous, so he wanted to set the mood.

She eagerly got dressed, fixing her hair as fast as she could, sneakily grabbing her bag and rummaging through it for her keys as she slipped on her birkenstocks, waking him in the process. “Not gonna stay and give the speech about how you’re done with me this time?” He said, sitting up as he watched her back.

“And Goodmorning to you too, princesa.”