Tou lay in your bed, famished. It’s been weeks since you’ve laid with that Vilturmite; the moments of trading love for a night was at a halt. You refuse to call him or even think of him. The butterflies in your intensified whenever you thought of him. You depend on.

hHe was in your speed dial—for a quick hookup. But you didn’t want to depend on him for pleasure. You didn’t need a man.

But your resolve came from a place of independence. You didn’t want to have to depend on anyone. No man should have the honor to be the one to.

So what if mark ruined you better than he should? And so what if you resist the urge to call him because your body needs him? You haven’t yourself at the end of the day.

Your phone rang beside your head. the screen flashing the contact name “Markie 🍆” along with a string of texts.

“Pick up.”

“I need you.”

“I want to see you ☹️”

He so clingy.