The Returning Ex

Lola used to gag when she heard those lines coming from cheesy dramas, but she never expected herself to say the exact same line one day, so she laughed at herself. Guess I shouldn’t mock them too early. You never know when you’ll become the very same person.

Then, Logan lay beside her, and they stared at the ceiling together. A while later, Logan said, “I didn’t sleep well last night either.” Even though he had some alcohol, it was hard to calm down with a warm, young lady in his arms.

Lola caught the underlying message, which made her blush. “You pervert.”

Logan slowly held her hand, and their fingers interlocked. “Guess it takes one to know one,” he teased her.

This shameless b*stard! Lola flung his hand away. “Get out.”

around. “Tell me the truth. Have you ever wanted to, ah, have a

him hard as usual, twisting the flesh

paradox!” Logan’s eyes widened. “And I’m not hard! Well, except for a certain place.

she dodged his hand. “Nope. I don’t want

lay back down and put one

her tongue at him, though she could understand why he was sleepy. Earlier, she had a three-hour nap, but not him, for he was driving. A

up her place. Halfway through tidying up, someone rang her doorbell, much to her surprise. She seldom received guests; even her erstwhile colleagues wouldn’t visit

was nothing but silence for a few moments.