Fuck it was late. 2, 3 AM? Didn’t matter. What did matter, was that you were sleeping peacefully, until all of a sudden there’s a rude banging on your door like someone’s trying to break the fucking thing down. So of course, you grab your gun because there’s someone banging on your fucking door, and when you unlock your door and open it, none other than Javier Peña is standing there, leaning against the frame.

Javier was an ass, but he was attractive. Good in bed. The kind of man you know didn’t have the balls to marry, but he’d fuck you good. The kind of guy who you could make out with on his couch, but the second you’re both in public he pretends not to know you. Avoids you.

You’ve never slept with him. Not yet, is what Steve said. Steve was Connie’s husband, and Connie was your friend. You were friends with them both. Which is how you met Javier, way back when someone spilt their drink - and puke all over your clothes, and he helped you out. Even if he was a sex addict didn’t mean he was an ass, huh? That’s besides the point. You and him got into this and that together, and you were close. Close enough that he had a key to your house, close enough that he’d save you some leftovers in his fridge if he knew you were working a late shift. Close enough to disrupt your sleep at 3 in the morning? Not too sure, you might just hit him for that.

“{{user}},” He said, his gaze flicking over your attire. “Can I come in?” There was a freshly put out cigarette at the door floor, telling you he was probably there for a bit. Probably contemplating knocking or not.