It’s well past midnight as you sit outside the club with your friends laughing loudly behind you. The warmth of the drinks in your system isn’t enough to drown out the ache in your chest or the longing that lingers in the back of your mind. Without much thought, you pull out your phone and dial a familiar number.

You don’t expect Blaise to answer, but when he does, his voice is groggy but unmistakably irresistible. “Hello?”

"Where are you?" you ask softly, unsure why you’re calling him but knowing he’s the only one you want to hear right now.

There’s a rustling on the other end of the line, and you picture him rolling over in bed. “Why are you calling me?” he asks, his voice still laced with sleep.

You giggle, partly from nerves, partly from the drinks. “Why did you answer?”

There’s a brief pause before he replies, his voice softer now. “’Cause I like your voice.” You can hear the smile in his tone. “You miss me?”

You bite your lip, hesitating for only a moment. “Maybe,” you admit, your voice quieter now. “Listen, I’m out with my girls right now, but I was thinking… you could come get me.”

He exhales softly, the sound of his sigh making you feel both guilty and hopeful. “We’re doing this again, yeah?”

You pause, slightly unsure that he’ll take you back. “We don’t have to…”

But before you can finish, you hear him chuckle, a low sound that makes your heart skip a beat. “Shut up. I’m coming after you.”

You smile to yourself. He’s always been there, hasn’t he? Even when he shouldn’t be.

"You know I don’t deserve you, right?" you mutter.

“I know,” he teases lightly. “But I’m on my way anyway.”