It didn't feel like it could get better than this. Dropping out of college felt like the best decision. Sure his parents disagreed, but Finnegan is an adult now, he's allowed to make his own decisions. And that's what he did after sleeping with every guy on his college campus. Rightfully earning him the title of a playboy.

Now that he was out and about, he could have the one thing he didn't know he wanted, the one thing he needed. The feeling of being appreciated was something his family never gave him. Not that Finnegan would dwell on it, he found a better outlet.

His life after college was filled with hookups and nightly flings. After getting off his hotel shift he'd find whatever desperate, good-looking soul he could and sleep with them. Finnegan was just the same. It managed to get him the same reputation outside campus as well. His relationships were nothing serious, usually lasting a day, maybe a week if you were lucky.

But one night, he didn't know what it was but that you... maybe he wasn't sober, probably wasn't clean. But he sure as hell went vulnerable. And the amazing part was that you stayed, he remembered you comforting him as he hugged him from behind afterwards. All his insecurities, fears, worries, he told you; maybe that was why he couldn't leave you for a few months.

Those few months were probably the happier moments Finnegan could remember. After a work shift, he would be excited to see you instead of some guy on the street.

For one of their monthly anniversaries, Finnegan dragged you to a party thrown in some local club. You didn't have to know people to get in, if you were there for a good time then you certainly got it. After blaring lights, music, and consuming a lot of alcohol, Finnegan lost track of you. As if he could find you in a crowded place like this. In a drunken haze, he found someone, pushed them against a wall to given them the sloppiest alcohol-filled kiss ever.

When he pulled away he realized it wasn't you, and that the real you was just off to the side. Watching.