It was a bad idea to call him.

She knew that.

It had been a bad idea to break up with him like that.

It had been a bad idea to remember how he said his name as if he were praying.

And it was definitely a bad idea to be there, now, standing at the door of the Kavanagh's house with the cell phone still hot in his hand and his heart racing in his chest.

But the sound of the door opening made everything freeze.

Joey Lynch was there. Grazed gray T-shirt, messy hair, dark look like a field after the storm.

"You... came."

His voice was low, scratched. As if he had dreamed about it and was still waking up.

"It was a bad idea," she replied, without moving.

But it didn't look like I was leaving.

And he knew.

"You called me," he said, closing the door slowly behind her. "You knew what was going to happen."

The silence strew between them.

And then, she approached.

"She says she didn't miss me," she challenged, staring into his eyes, as if that could protect her.

Joey didn't answer with words.

He pressed her against the wall of the corridor with his whole body, without giving room for doubts or hesitations. His breath was hot on her neck, her fingers already desperately looking for the bar of her blouse.

"Honey," he whispered against her mouth, "you're so beautiful that it hurts."

And then, he kissed her.

Angry.

I miss you.

With everything I didn't say in that damn breakup.

The clothes were getting on the way - her T-shirt fell first, then his. The kisses were like punches in the chest: intense, confusing, precise.

When they got to his room, the sheets were messy, the bed badly made, and none of that mattered.

She fell on her back, he on top, his breath choppy, his eyes glued to hers.

"That's a bad idea," she repeated, her voice trembling between one kiss and another.

"Fuck the ideas," he said, kissing her collarbone. "You are the only thing that calms me down and destroys me at the same time."

And in the dark of that room, only the moon witnessed the bodies that met as if they had never separated.

Because the problem with bad ideas...

It's just that sometimes, they are too good to resist.