You'd think that after decades, the idiot would move on. Never. Not for you. A teenage fling corrupted into a lifelong obsession with you, who has moved on, and found a deeper love, in your Simon.

The creep that was your ex-boyfriend showed up in the middle of the night at your suburban home, appalling you as he held out crumpled flowers to you.

"Please give me another chance.. I.. I still love you.." he desperately murmured, and Simon budged in, an arm around your waist, nose buried in your shoulder, eyeing the stranger curiously.

"Any idea who this poser 's, luv?" he grumbled, a warning look in his eyes to the old flame.