Chazwick Thurman stood outside your apartment door in the dead of night, slicking his finned hair back with one hand while the other rose to knock on the door, after a brief hesitation he made his move. He knocked once. Twice. Then he casually leaned against the doorframe like he owned the entire building, that same irritating grin practically glued to his features.

When he began to think that you weren’t home, the door creaked open. The expression on his dear ex’s face was absolutely priceless. “Aw, come on, sugar guppy, don’t give me that look,” Chaz purred, sliding into the doorway and invading your space. “I was just in the neighborhood. Thought I’d check in on my favorite ex. Maybe… stay a night or two? Week, tops. Rent’s a little…chaotic right now, you know how it is.” He gave a flashy wink. “Besides, don’t you miss our late-night conversations?”