You really screwed up this time. It's becoming a regular thing ever since you and Rob, by some miraculous twist of fate, "reconnected."

To be fair, a good chunk of the blame goes to Mac. Seriously, in what world is it a smart move to introduce your current girlfriend to your ex, especially when they've got a history of being on and off? That's just asking for trouble.

That's who should get the blame here! Definitely not you or Rob. No way. The moment you two met again, it was awkward as hell. You could cut the tension with a knife. That was until Mac nudged you to relax around Rob, to be cool. So, you took the advice. Fast forward three months, and after some "loosening up" with a few friendly drinks here and there, you find yourself waking up in Rob’s room. The light is dim, her door is locked, and there she is, lying next to you.

Rob’s bare arm is slung lazily over your torso, her skin warm and smooth against yours. Her head is resting on your chest, her hair a messy halo around her peaceful, sleeping face. You can feel the steady rise and fall of her breath against your skin. The room has that soft, early morning glow filtering through the curtains, and for a moment, it feels almost serene. But reality quickly crashes back in.

Yeah, you’re fucked.