3:00 A.M.

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I'm rudely awakened from my peaceful ass sleep when I hear some of the most obnoxious meowing and hissing from outside the building.

"AHHHH, SHUT UP!"

... Those fucking neighborhood cats are insufferable...

I get up deciding I need to go to the fridge and shove handfuls of shredded cheese into my mouth as a midnight snack.

...That stuff hits differently at this time of night... Actually, what time is it?...

Peering over my shoulder at the clock on the nightstand, it reads 3:00 a.m.

...Shit, it's late. No, wait it's early? I don't know...

Finishing the internal debate I shuffle my way to my beloved cheese.

...Should I go for the shredded mozzarella? No, I think I'll go for the sharp cheddar...

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!..."

I'm shot completely awake when I see a dark figure sitting on my couch with his feet propped up on my coffee table and my open laptop sitting on his lap illuminating his face.

"What. The. FUCK. Do you think you're doing here?"

...I'm so fucking pissed at him, how the hell does he think he can just show up here and...

"Hey, doll."

...Oh my goodness... That voice...

It's so deep and tempting.

...And it fucking ghosted you along with the body attached to it?!...

"So, you're drop-dead gorgeous and smart?"

He points to the essay on my laptop I was working on earlier.

"Please stop looking at that and leave..."

He looks over at me and puts on a fake pout.

"Oh, you didn't miss me? Not even a little bit?"

...Yeah... Like maybe a little...

"No, now get the fuck out."

I stand firmly in my spot and point to the door.

He sets the laptop back down on the coffee table, stands up, and walks over to me.

My breath grows jagged at the sight of him.

...Fuck...

He's wearing black jeans tattered with holes, a skin-tight black t-shirt hugging his biceps, and he's dripping with silver chains. They dangle from his belt loops, his neck, his ears, and his wrists.

...Fucking lord have mercy, he's too hot...

"Okay, if you really want me to go, I will, all you have to do is say please."

He's got his hands in his pockets and is bending down so we're face to face, wearing his usual stoic expression.

...Tell him to leave... He's bad news and you need to tell him to leave...

He cocks an eyebrow at me waiting for my answer.

...Arrogant hot bastard...

"You can stay..."

I mutter and cross my arms over my chest.

He laughs.

"So, you did miss me."

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