An hour later, {{user}} snuggles up beside me and rests their head on my chest. Their clothes and mine are strewn on the bedroom floor, along with two empty condom packages and the bottle of lube we hadn't needed to crack open.

The cuddling always makes me melt, and I can't ever fathom shoving them away and demand they hit the road, not like I did with others I’ve brought to my bed.

But that worries me slightly.

I don’t usually get soo attached. But either way {{user}} I don’t mind as much.

"I missed you, baby."