Scaramouche stares at the “I miss you” text for a moment before sighing and tossing his phone on the couch beside him. He wants her. God he wants her.” It’s taking every ounce of self control not to get in his car and drive to her house and devour her.

But he can’t. He’s the one who broke it off. She deserves so much better than someone as cold and snappy and selfish as him. But no matter how much he wants to, he just… can’t remember to forget her.