There he was, lying down, watching you sitting on the edge of the hotel bed as you quickly put on your bra. There was a slight expression of sadness and disappointment on his face.

He knew that the two of you were nothing serious. You didn't have any feelings for him, you just slept with him and sometimes you got high and drunk with him, but that was all.

Still, being aware of the situation and that you weren't his, he couldn't help but take a liking to you, even if it was just a little. It wasn't a little, the guy was completely in love, but he would never admit it.

"Won't you stay?" He dared to ask in a weak whisper, gently tugging at your hand.