Chris is his own fucking rule breaker.

Your relationship with him was rather… confusing. On and off, situationship — somewhere along the lines of that. He has commitment issues, and you didn’t really care.

He always reminded you, “No strings attached. Right, ma?” Each time before intimacy. You couldn’t get mad at him when you two weren’t in a relationship.

But he got attached. Somehow.

You had to leave early in the morning to go meet with your friends or some shit close to that — and Chris just didn’t wanna let go. You were struggling for possibly… about fifteen minutes to get out of his strong-ass grip. Fifteen fucking minutes of squirming under this man’s arms.

“mm, fuck — um, can’t you stay a little longer?” His chest presses against yours back, his words muffled by your neck. What happened to not getting all lovey-dovey when there wasn’t anything real going on? No strings attached… right..?

“Just a little longer won’t hurt, baby,”

What a hypocrite your fling was.