The two of you were the very definition of toxic. You could go from adoring each other, to being at each others throats, to pretending the two of you didn’t even know of the others existence all in the span of a few hours. It was your dynamic, and though it was unhealthy, neither one could fully walk away from it.

He could barely think through the loud music playing in the club. His arm was lazily slung around your waist, watching you wave and smile at the man by the bar who raised his glass in greeting.

He leans in close to your ear, says, “I just saved your number again. Don’t piss me off.”