It was late, rain was pouring when you heard the rumble of a Harley engine, followed by a knock after a few moments. You sighed, knowing exactly who it was. As you crack open the door you see your ex. He looks tired, a small smile on his face once he’s greeted with you- the person he always comes back to when he’s wounded. Like a kicked puppy looking for love.

“Hey, baby…” he greets, seeming genuinely relieved to see you