"What?" Hobie's dark eyes graze down your figure as you give him that unimpressed look. "Did you think that was a break up? Come off it."

It's been less than a week since you told him you were done. As 'done' as you could be with the guy you're in love with, and apparently Hobie wasn't having any of it. Which is why he's back in your flat, lounging on your sofa and smiling lazily up at you.

"Can't break up if we weren't even together. Told you; no labels. Now c'mere," he idly pats the space beside him.