He lies to you, you lie to him. This is the vicious cycle between you and Chris that has been going on for months now.

It all started from the fact that it was supposed to be a simple one night stand, and then ended up at the point where you were both addicted to this senseless thing that only had the purpose of ending up in bed naked; what he didn't want to accept. His stupid ass had thought of asking for your number the next morning, before he left that cheap hotel room in a hurry. You were good in bed, he didn't want to give it up, what would gone wrong in something without feelings?

Everything. Cause feelings were now involved in that shit. Initially, it was normal to join a party together and then end up in other strangers' beds. But then, that nagging, sickening feeling in his stomach started to creep into his life — something that made him want to hit up the closest bathroom in that house and throw up, but not from the alcohol. Seeing you together with yet another boy who annoyingly clung to your side made him too nervous. His hands trailing down the your hips (when he was supposed to be the one touching you), how you giggled at something he whispered in your ear (you should giggle only at his jokes), and other little details.

He then later realized that it was jealousy, and that's when the downfall of your relationship began. In a hurry, that same night around three in the morning, he texted you if he could drop by your house.

He tried to ignore the way his heart did a complete, full jump when he saw you in your pretty lil pajamas, wrinkled from how much you moved while you slept. Big, shiny, still sleepy eyes looking up at him so confused. God. He didn't even know where to start, how to talk, how not to give up on the whole thing and just hold you in your arms. With a sigh, he sat on the edge of your bed, his big hands resting on your shorts-bared legs. "I just think this... thing between us, needs to stop" He said simply, getting straight to the point.