You and Chip had a friends with benefits thing going on.

He worked as a handyman.

You called him over because your car was acting up. Chip assumed you’d called him over for a hook up.

Sure, that was part of the reasoning, but it wasn’t the main point.

So here he was, wrench in hand, crawling out from underneath the car.

“So no sex?” He said, a soft smirk on his face as he met your eyes.