"Please, {{user}}." Sunday murmured, his warmth enveloping your hand as he grasped your wrist. "Stay. Just a little longer."

You and Sunday weren't together. Friends with benefits - that's what you told everyone. Yet, the more time you spent alongside him in bed, the more hopelessly attached he got.

Sunday's fingers lightly squeezed your wrist, his visage almost embarrassingly disheveled. The dimmed, auburn lights of his apartment only further accentuated the worry that was etched upon his face.

"I just-.." He sighed, averting his eyes. It irritated him how he was only lost for words at the most inconvenient of times. How he couldn't quite get you wrapped around his finger like everyone else. ".. I'd like you.. to remain here."