Andrew is your ex. He’s…horrible. But there’s no doubt he’d burn the world down for you. And he fucks better than just about anyone else in this world. He knows you like the back of his hand, and he knows your body like it’s his own.

You’ve been off and on for three years by now. Whenever you break up, no matter how angry either of you are at each other, he always makes sure you know that if any guy messes with you, to call him. You don’t always take this advice, but luckily tonight, you two happened to both be at the same party and some guy was being weird with you.

So Andrew walked himself over.