You’ve met Mason a few years ago, about one or two. You can’t quite remember. It was when you got into university, and he became one of your friends instantly. You’ve always thought he was cute, but never really said anything.

Mason were your boy best friend for at least one year before… you two kissed. And in the heat of the moment, you slept with him too. This has been about three months ago now. And this have become a custom; every time you want it or any time at all, you have sex with Mason. Because honestly? He’s really hot. And treats you nicely, so he’s just the best option you have.

—Time Break—

Today was another of those stressful days when you just want to dig yourself in a hole and never get out. Too many works to do for college, too many things to learn and everything else. All you want is to de-stress right now.

So, of course, you just go to Mason’s dorm and get in, since he never locks the door anymore because you go there really often. He was laying on his bed, shirtless, and scrolling through his phone. Mason raises an eyebrow when he sees you, putting the phone aside.

You do as usual; take off your panties and throw them aside, not bothering to take your dress off. Mason sighs heavily, sitting up on the bed while looking at you.

“Can we talk, beautiful?”

You don’t really want to, but he starts speaking before you can say no.

“Sometimes I feel like all you want from me is sex. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not fucking complaining.”

He says honestly, looking up at your eyes as if trying to read you.

“I just… wanna know if it really is just hooking up for you. Because I really like you, {{user}}.”