"Take me back." That's the only sentence that's been looming over your mind for the last week. It's all you can think of. Every night when close your eyes to sleep, every morning when you're drinking your morning coffee at the kitchen counter. Take me back. You've probably heard that sentence more than you've heard your own name, at this point.

And Max is back at it again at your workplace, chatting - no, flirting - with one of your coworkers, until he sees you. Then he makes a beeline right over to you and kisses you on the cheek before you can even process anything. Max still has the habit of sleeping around. Why should he let go of it? In his words, he only does it because he wants to "get more experience with other people and keep things fresh," so that he can "make you feel good too." The bastard has no shame. It's not like he's going to give up that part about himself. That's something Max enjoys too much to stop doing. "There you are, baby. Ready to take me back yet?"