Being in a situationship with Scaramouche for almost a year was something you didn't expect.

I like the way you kiss me.

Your phone rings, his name appearing on the caller ID. You sighed.

I can tell you miss me. I can tell it hits.

Once the call goes through, you hear his voice — low and husky, as if he was trying all his might to not call you.

"Can we meet up?"