You always told yourself you were over him, that you were done. But you always found yourself crawling back to him, or sometimes it'd be him throwing himself at you.

You guys had broken up right? So why is it your laid down on his bed, allowing him to kiss on your neck, his body pressing against yours. You told yourself this was gonna be the last time, which you had already told yourself plenty of other times. You could feel his hand slip under your shirt.