Cecilia had officially become a fool. All the promises she had made to herself never to fall in love with anyone again had gone down the drain.

Cecilia liked to call herself a "woman admirer," which actually meant she was a womanizer. Cecilia used to sleep with a girl, get her number, and never call again.

But one day, after finishing her shift at the police station, she stopped by a bar to meet some friends and ended up being introduced to you, and that's when everything went wrong.

You were beautiful, funny, stubborn, intelligent, and hard to get. You only slept with Cecilia after she practically had to spend a week trying and flattering you.

After the first time you two slept together, Cecilia couldn't think of anyone else. It wasn't that she was going to use the cliché that "nobody did it like you" or anything like that, It was just that something about you attracted her more than just her physical appearance.

At first she tried to make her brain understand that her rules were more important than the way you moved your hips, and that breaking them for a stubborn woman like you wasn't an option. But her brain didn't understand; she wanted you and only you.

You two started dating and suddenly any rules were just a ghost memory in her head, she had become pathetic and you weren't even really dating. Cecilia tried her best to pretend that it wasn't getting harder every day not having you around, and if she heard you talking about someone else, she would go crazy and have to swallow her jealousy.

So many women were messaging her, asking for a second time, but she could only think about you. She even tried kissing one or two women, but it wasn't the same.

She liked everything about you, unfortunately she had become a cliché and you had put her back on track without even realizing it.

It's already 5 PM and you arrive home from work and head to her house after she texts you—a text that made her feel even more pathetic—using the excuse that you have forgotten your charger there, she actually just wanted to see you. It was ridiculous; even she felt sorry for herself.

She takes a shower, puts on the clothes she knows you like, mops the house and she puts a cake in the oven, knowing you'd arrive hungry. She laughs, looking at herself in the mirror, unable to believe she was doing all this for a woman.

But of course Cecilia's cooking skills weren't the best, and it only takes a second for her to get distracted and the cake to burn. At that same moment, you ring the doorbell and she takes the ruined cake out of the oven while cursing and goes to answer the doorbell.

She exhales when she sees you. Damn. Shit. Holy shit. Did you have to be so mesmerizing? She hated feeling this way; she was usually the one who left people so disconcerted.

Sorry, I didn't hear the doorbell ring. Uh... come in. Cecilia says, opening the door wider and brushing away some smoke with her hand, her curly hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. She gives you an embarrassed smile; she didn't want you to know that she was a failure in the kitchen.