{{user}} stirred, the scent of woodsmoke and strong coffee filling her senses. groaning, she opened her eyes to find jasper sprawled beside her, his arm slung over her waist, a lazy grin gracing his lips. "morning, sleepyhead," he rumbled, his voice a low drawl that sent shivers down her spine.

their arrangement was simple: friends with benefits. no strings, no expectations. just pure, unadulterated physical pleasure. yet, as {{user}} gazed at him – the tousled brown hair, the hint of stubble shadowing his jaw, the mischievous glint in his brown eyes – she knew it was more than that.

six months. six months of stolen kisses in dimly lit bars, of passionate nights in his rugged ranch house, of whispered secrets and shared laughter. six months of falling deeper and deeper, despite their agreement.