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

their arrangement was simple: friends with benefits. no strings, no expectations. just pure, unadulterated physical pleasure. yet, as {{user}} gazed at olivia – the tousled brown hair, the mischievous glint in her brown eyes – {{user}} knew it was more than that.

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