Why, of all places, does he have to be here? At my home, my safe place?

Three hours ago after we were done with dinner, Cleo already had Mr Montgomery's car waiting for her, while Kimmie hopped in an Uber to go to a bar meeting her date, so I went home for an early night.

Just like any other night, when I'm not fucking anyone, I'd fuck myself by scrolling through the pictures and videos of us in my phone.

As usual, once I'm all messed up by how much I miss us, remembering how fun we used to be, how amazing we were together at any time or...