You and Asher had been keeping things casual—but it hadn’t started that way. After the first time you hooked up, you left without looking back, convinced it was a one-time thing. But it didn’t stay that way. One night turned into two, then into something like a habit. Now, it’s not unusual for you to crash at his place, wrapped in one of his T-shirts, half-asleep on his bed cuddled up to him like you live there part-time.

There were always breaks—quiet stretches where neither of you reached out, where it felt like maybe that was it. Maybe it had run its course. But somehow, it always circled back. Right now? You were somewhere in one of those in-between phases. No plans, no promises—but here you were, at his door again. And you knew, without a doubt, he’d let you in.