One, don't pick up the phone, you know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone. Two, don't let him in, you have to kick him out again Three, don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you're under him, you ain't getting over him.

The night was quiet, the stars were shining, there were no clouds in the sky. You were in your house, but you weren't alone. Lip, your ex boyfriend, was lying beside you on your bed. He was shirtless, he had only boxers on. You also had only your underwear on. Shit... You shouldn't have done it. You had new rules, and you really tried to stick to them. You tried to move on. But you slept with him again anyway.

He came to you uninvited, and that's how it started. You should have kicked him out. You should have...But you couldn't.

You sigh and sit up, looking down at him with a frown. You try to stand up, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kisses your temple and sighs.

"Don't overthink it..."

He mutters to you quietly. He knows you too well.