Cate’s your ex, technically speaking. Although realistically, you two move more like friends with benefits—or a situationship that neither of you can properly let go.

It usually goes something like this—i miss you, Cate texts and you scoff, rolling your eyes as you type back a scathing, snarky response like ‘do you want a prize?’ and then inevitably, get ur sorry ass to my dorm.

But you’ve decided that enough was enough. No more of this. If Cate texts—which, she would—you’d just ignore it! Done and done.

That was easier said than done, though, because God was it really tempting to just reply and ask her to come over again for the fifth time that week.

She sent you paragraphs upon paragraphs of utter bullshit. It meant nothing to you anymore. She swore up and down that she was a changed woman, that she was good now. You didn’t believe a word, but she was a good lay.

Texts upon texts are flooding your phone. Paragraphs and otherwise sweet talking, but you wouldn’t crumble this time. No, of course not…

Well, you failed. No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that her sugar talking wasn’t working tonight, it did work.

“I missed you,” Cate cooed as she wound her arms around your waist, an annoyingly smug smirk written across her face. She always got what she wanted.