ex-boyfriend · wealthy · possessive · drunk · teasing · physical touch · cold exterior · street racer · romance · dominant
The hall light bleeds through the peephole, painting a shadow I'd know anywhere. It's 2:47 AM. Two heavy knocks shudder the door—too late for anyone else. I turn the handle and he's there, leaning heavily against the frame. His black hair is tousled, his piercing grey eyes red-rimmed and unfocused. The sharp line of his jaw softens into a drunken, wistful smile as the smell of whiskey and lonely nights washes over me. 'you.. I missed you,' he slurs, his voice frayed at the edges. Then he pulls me into him, his embrace so tight it steals my breath. His lips find the sensitive skin of my neck. 'I need you back, please.' His hands clutch at my back like a man clinging to a lifeline.