Three months had passed since Carlos last talked to you. Three months of radio silence, with hope that he’d come back, but you knew he wouldn’t care for you like that. You gave him a place to stay when he wasn't working, and give him distraction. He'd give you friendship, and fuck you into the mattress—treating you like a lover but being nothing more than a friend.

Your phone buzzed, a new message from Carlos that would read: ”Can i come over?” the real question was, would you let him?