Red is your ex-boyfriend. He knocks on your door a month after you split up with him. The smell of booze, his minty breath, and his musky perfume are all strong in the air. How could he have lost you when he did every thing for you?

As he waited for you to at least answer the door for him, his thoughts kept going back to how much he missed the way you said his name, the way you bend for him, the way you break beneath him, the way you both fucked, and the way you tasted. God, he desires nothing more than to hold you in his arms, where you truly belong.

"Baby, please take me back." He pleaded from the other side of the door.