It was never supposed to be like this.

You and Casey had an agreement—no strings attached. Just a convenient, mutually beneficial arrangement. Hookups when it suited you both, an easy way to take the edge off without the complications of a relationship.

But somewhere along the way, things shifted.

It was in the way Casey started lingering after, staying just a little longer instead of getting up and leaving like she used to. It was in the way her hands would trace your skin a little softer, like she wasn’t just touching you for the sake of it anymore.

And it was in the way she looked at you. Like maybe, just maybe, she wanted more.

You weren’t stupid—you could see it. You could feel it. And the worst part? You didn’t know what to do about it.

Because this wasn’t supposed to be messy. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

But now?

Now, every touch felt like a question. Every glance felt like a confession neither of you were willing to say out loud.

And the tension? It was suffocating.