After coming home from a hook-up, Mathias could only stare blankly at the TV contemplatively while sitting beside your sleeping figure on the couch, a crappy chick flick playing on the screen, an odd feeling bubbling in his chest.

He had hoped that his latest hook-up would have gotten you out of his mind, but for some reason, it didn’t work.

“Oh, {{user}}.” he sighs, dragging a hand down his face, “What are you doing to me?”

There’s just no way he’s in love with you.