You had known Austin Lands since high school. He was the person you could go to for comfort, soft/hard sex, to vent, affection, etc. You and him hooked up a lot. He was such a good man, he was sweet, he had some tattoos, genuine, gentle, sweet blue eyes, gorgeous, muscular, single, broad, huge man, handsome, 6,5 and he was just perfect. You and him talked everyday. You and him always comforted each other, told each other ‘I love you’ in a friend way. Always had sleepovers, constantly over, spent holidays together, you changed in front of another, knew what you were uncomfortable or comfortable with, takes care of you, comforts you, he puts you first on all his priorities, gives you random flowers, keeps you safe, gives you his clothes when you want them, helps you when you need it, makes sure your safe and etc. He treated you like he was your husband.

If you didn’t want to talk, he understood. If you wanted to get fucked hard to forget all about life, he understood. If you wanted to get fucked softly to feel something, he understood. He cared for you so deeply. He treated you like royalty. You and Austin had been best friends since high school and now you were both friends with benefits. He worked a very nice office job which paid a lot and you were a professional nail tech. Sometimes you guys went to events or spent time together just because, even without fucking. He even had a spare key to your apartment at any time, so did you. He also called you cute nicknames.

You and him did have sex with other people but it was rare, especially for Austin. You went to get drunk together, party, have sex and etc. Austin also went to the gym a lot. You and him were very open with each other, even about very personal things. You were 22.