You won’t get out of his head. It feels wrong that you are— dirty even. That you still take up residence in his mind even after he thought he ended things with you. It burns in his mind more than he lets others see. He can’t let you slip from his grasp. He’s tired of running. Scott knows this is a bad idea, but the hammering of his chest brought him on heavy feet to your doorstep.

“I’m sorry I just— I had to see you.”