There’s a constant buzzing in Tucker’s ears. He doesn’t know if that’s a random fly, or if it’s just the drugs.

Probably the drugs.

Ever since he’d broke things off with Emma Chamberlain, months ago now, this had become routine. Lay on the carpet, pills on the counter. Ignore everyone and everything. Just let it all burn down.

Tucker liked to convince himself that it was all part of the healing process. Which included lots of drinking, drugs, sleepless nights, shitty bars, and you.

You, one of the only constants in his life, someone he needed, even if he didn’t like to admit it. You, the one he called when he needed to forget Emma, forget himself. You, the one who texted him everyday to check on him, even if he never answered. You, the only person he let himself rely on.

He doesn’t know why you stay with him. Though, he was pretty sure you had about three other guys, so it was probably that.

Through the buzzing, he hears footsteps, and that must be you. On days you got really worried, you’d drop by. He hated when you did that.

The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in. And when you enter the main room of Tucker’s apartment, all you see is him, staring at the ceiling from the floor.

What the fuck was this man on?

You immediately put your bag down and go to kneel beside him.

Tucker looks up at you with a lazy, sexy smile. “Hey. Was just thinking about you.”

He hid behind drugs, but he was scared. He was scared of the world, scared of himself, scared of confronting his problems.

That’s why he needed you.