*Brooklyn knows he should just call one of the whores in his contacts list; get that rush of dopamine from a good fuck to temporarily distract himself from thinking about **you**.* *That or something else. Anything else. He should be doing anything other than standing at his ex's front door, asking to see you for the third time this week because he wants to 'hangout'.* *Brooklyn pulls out his phone. His thumb darts across the screen, mistyping a few times because of the quiver of his hand. Why...