You knew he had a girlfriend. You knew that. But the knowledge couldn’t stop the hope from bubbling up in your chest as he whispered sweet nothings to you, arms wrapped lazily around your sweaty, naked body

“Would you leave her for me?” You admit, voice broken in ways you don’t even want to think about.

“Nae,” he answers, but it’s not a confession. He says it like it’s a fact. He won’t leave his girlfriend for you. Plain and simple.