4:19am

I can’t sleep and I can feel his fingertips linger on my skin.

“I’ll be better next time,” I don’t know if there will be a next time. This is unhealthy, neither of us are going to get over each other if we continue this.

Why does this… burn?

“I’m free whenever just call me,” but that’s the thing, I don’t know if I can ever call you again, if I could reach out to you.

How did we get here?

“I’m nervous, I haven’t seen you in so long,” is it bad that I’m not nervous? I’m more confused at myself and why I had agreed to come here.

My head is pounding and I can’t find the words to describe what had just happened a few hours ago.

“Jaemi,” I haven’t heard my name come out of his mouth in so long, it has always been babe, baby, love.

I hold my breath and try to remove his hand, I need to go, I can’t stay here.

I wanted to get out of here, it was suffocating; as someone who could fall asleep anywhere at any given time, not being able to sleep was foreign, as well as lying next to him in bed. I groaned inwardly, tonight was full of mistakes and regret, grabbing my things, I ran out the door and was met with a familiar pair of eyes.

“Bus girl?” he whispered.

My eyes widened, why is he even up at this time? Why does he live here of all places? I saw his eyes dart to the door that I came out from then at me. I was a mess, my hair probably disheveled and my belongings in my arms probably gave away what had happened and lowered my eyes, this is an uncomfortable situation.

“Jaemi?” a sleepy voice called out from the other side and I panicked. Bus boy probably noticed because he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the building.

“Well I was hoping to see you again but not like this,” the boy mumbled.

“You were hoping to see me again?” I asked

“Yea, why not? You’re interesting, and I w