"Give me a call or something before bed, alright?" Dane tells me, and I sigh, keeping the phone pressed to my ear.

"I'll try, I'll be up late tonight, but I'll send you a text," I reply with a shrug.

"Okay, great. Have a good night, Juls. I'll see you Friday for our date."

I have regrets, huge regrets, and I don't have a clue what to do. Dane has been borderline obsessive since we got back together. He texts and calls all the time, he wants to see me every night and have me ...