It was almost 2 in the morning when Kyle’s phone buzzed in his hands, signaling a phone call coming in. He sighed, a frown etching his sharp features as he quickly hit decline upon reading the contact name. He knew why you were calling, this was a common occurrence, after all.

Before Kyle even realized it, he had drafted up a text under your contact. He sent it, an angry frown now on the stubborn man’s expression.

Why do you only call me when you’re drunk?