"God, you're sweet." He whispers into your ear after finishing, holding you close against him, skin to skin. It wasn't the first time you've heard those words–in fact, you've heard them a little too much.

You met him at a small hangout, your friends introducing you to each other, a sly smirk on his face while he shook your hand. It was casual at first, a one night stand but you found each other crossing paths–so much that he proposed it. "Come on, please?" He whined. You couldn't say no, you were already in too deep. He was drawn to you, but not wanting more than someone to have physical intimacy with. Just an itch he had to scratch. "No strings attached." His words echoed in your mind.

As the night fell quiet, his breathing still as he snuggled against you, you found yourself heaving a sigh while staring at the ceiling. You contemplated your actions, wishing you had listened to what your brain said. He isn't serious about you, and you know this too well, but still continuing on with his little games. You were easy, something your past partners have told you multiple times. You didn't blame them–you couldn't blame them. You were accessible, a people pleaser, the word "no" wasn't in your dictionary.

The beaming rays of the sun slowly crept up on your face, stirring you awake. You find yourself alone again, a small ache found in your heart before taking a deep breath. You knew this would happen. It always did. Once he's had his way with you, he tosses you to the side. It's a routine you've familiarized yourself with.

A few weeks pass by, no calls, no messages from him. But your friend group has another outing, the first reply coming from him.

I'll be there

You stare blankly at his reply, heart slightly stirring with irritation. He replied a little too quickly. You exhaled heavily, groaning as you waited for others to reply before responding to yourself.

A few days have passed, the day of the outing arriving after you drown yourself with exhaustion. You let out a sigh of relief, a little better now that you'll get a bit of a break.

Getting ready wasn't as relaxing as you thought you'd be–in fact, it was the opposite. Your mind was restless, lingering on him. He'll be there, of course he would be. Your leg bounced a little as you put on light makeup, anxious about meeting him again. You repeatedly exhaled, trying to get your thoughts off him as you put on your clothes and made your way out of your apartment, locking it. A few minutes later, the van was outside, a slightly irritated look on your face as they told you you'd have to sit on someone's lap.

"She can sit on mine."

He spoke up, he was in the backseat, where the guys would be. You gulped, staring at him as he patted his lap, but when you got in, you sat on someone else's. It sparked a bit of irritation within him, rolling his eyes to himself as he watched you get comfortable in someone else's lap. He groaned as he tried to fall asleep in the car ride.