I get out of bed, heading downstairs. I don't even want to face him. I hear him cutting something up, so I head to kitchen to find him, standing in just his boxers, smirking at me. I take a seat and hold my face in my hands in embarrassment. He laughs at me, "how you feeling?" he asks, I groan in response.
"I dont even remember half of what happened last night" I say.
He hands me a bowl of fruit for breakfast, I thank him. "so, why dont you get it over with and tell me what shit I said last night" I say.
"not too much, but we talked a bit, about our breakup, and you said you regret it, and that you miss me" he explains.
"oh, what did you say?" I ask curious.
He smiles, "I said I missed you too, and that I wish we could still be together" he confesses, my mouth opens.
"do you mean that?" I ask.
"every word. y/n, I love you so much, please, give us another chance," he begs.
words are struggling to come out, I never knew he still wanted me, I thought I was the only one who was still in love.
"lets try, I love you too ney" I say, he pulls me in and connects our lips once again.
