Prologue
The gentle drizzle of rain filled your bedroom as you slept. It was all you could hear until three taps became faint. The taps grew louder and more rapid; three taps turned into five, while five turned into eight. You slowly crawled out of bed and walked down the hall. You were slightly hesitant to open the door; what time was it anyways? You flashed a glance at the kitchen clock, 2:25 am. Who in the hell?
"Who is it?" You grabbed the handle and pulled the door but only a slit of light appeared because the door stayed chained.
A figure stood there and a waft of muggy air and smoke filled your nose. George. You shut the door and unlocked the chain and opened it fully to see a tired and slumped George.
"Look it's late and I'm tired and you look tired too so jus-" you were stopped by his hand grabbing your arm, slipping his fingers up to your shoulders. He looked so nice, his hair was ruffled and he wore a dark v neck that clung to him slightly because of the rain. Your eyes studied him as they worked up to his face.
"(Y/n) I'm so sorry, I'm sorry that I'm an asshole who can't notice when I have the best. I didn't even deserve to have you." George's eyes met yours and you stepped back pulling him in. You felt your stomach knot up because you didn't want to relive the fight but you wanted him out. He had been nothing but pain at this point, but...
You let out a small sigh and cupped his face, "Listen, you deserve everything. You're a great person, but this, this needs to stop." For the past two months he had been messaging you to get your attention and reach out to you. Your relationship ended a year ago but he acted like he wanted to be friends again, but you wanted to go separate ways while he didn't.
"I can't..." His voice was deep and rung through your ears. His hands had worked their way down to your waist. As his hands slid they found their place in the small of your back, sending shivers all up and down. George was close, too close. You were scared of these feelings coming back, but what could you do?
"George, stop-"
"Stop calling me George." He spoke sternly and at this point you could smell the alcohol on his breath too. His eyes followed yours as you looked away and thought quickly of what to say. You had nothing. All you could think of was his touch, the emotions, the relationship.
George leaned in, his lips crashing into yours. That was all it took, you're logic was overcome by desire.
"Joji.."