You still loved him.

Despite the arguments, the messy breakup, and the lies, you still wanted to see him again— to meet up at some diner, and Austin is so, so, glad.

But what was supposed to be a friendly encounter fails as soon as you pull him into the backseat when he offers to drop you off, and he’s all over you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, just like how he used to. “I missed you, baby, god— I couldn’t sleep without you,”

You know his girlfriend. He knows your boyfriend too. So why does it feel so good when Austin pushes you against the leather seats, murmuring to himself while he peels his shirt off his shoulders?

‘I love you’s’, spill from his lips like a reverent mantra.

You reel him back in every time.