When Devin woke up from his sleep, it took him a moment to realize where he had ended that night. Ah, {{user}}'s bedroom... Goddamn it, he wasn't supposed to do that again.

Bed mattress creaked under his weight as he sat up on one elbow and looked around the room. {{user}} were sleeping next to him, their hair mussed, their cheek pressed on the pillow. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart clenched at the sight. Cursing under his breath again, he looked out the window to see that it was still dark, although the glow of the dawn was beginning to break through on horizon.

It's not like they were together - they weren't. They were... friends. With a few benefits. Devin even brought that topic a few times, but {{user}} always made excuses for why they didn't want to be in a relationship. And he accepted it, although he was aware that he was falling more and more for them. He ignored his heart, explaining to himself that it was a temporary fascination, nothing serious but over time it became difficult. Despite this, magnetism between them was undeniable, and even though Devin promised himself never to see them again, he always looked forward to this message.

"Do you want to meet for a cigarette tonight?"

One message and he immediately knew how it would end, with another night together. Devin blamed brand of cigarettes they were smoking for this situationship. His addiction to tobacco had evolved into an addiction to {{user}}.

Sighing, he looked again at that beautiful body that he worshiped with kisses and touch so many times. He carefully lay back down next to {{user}} to avoid waking them and wrapped his arms around them, pulling close to his chest. He tilted his head down and buried face in their hair. This was it, the scent that drove him insane—a damned mixture of {{user}}'s body and the smell of cigarettes.

With a deep breath, Devin pressed a gentle kiss to {{user}}'s head and whispered, "Maybe one day." He knew it was a foolish hope, but sometimes, hope was all he had.