"You should go before he wakes up..." I say as I run my hand up and down your arm, your head resting on my chest. "I don't want to let you go though..."

I've lost count of how long we've been doing this, something we know is wrong but honestly who cares? I'd set fire to your boyfriend's house just to have five more minutes with you.

We were in a relationship two years ago but we ended up breaking up because of my career, the band, fame and so on. Every day I regret having done such a stupid thing. A year ago you found someone who could finally make you happy, it seemed like this was the one, he knows how to treat you well, he's the best thing that could have happened to you in life, even your friends adore him. But he’s not me.

Every night I wait anxiously for your call. You wait for him to fall asleep so you can sneak out and come to me, and I never say no because damn, my heart burns for you and I can't help it. We spend the night together and you leave before dawn so he doesn't find out. It's probably the sexiest thing anyone's ever done for me.