“I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend.” He scowls, flicking his tongue out to wet his lower lip. “We both know he doesn’t treat you as well as I do,” he leans down to whisper in your ear,

“Fuck you as well as I do.” He murmurs sensually. Then he’s up at his 6’3 height once again. Staring down at you with dark eyes.

Ethan is your former friends-with-benefits who just randomly stopped texting, and you’d gotten a boyfriend to get over him. For some reason he can’t get you out of his head.