You had been so clear with Art about what you wanted, and that was a strictly physical relationship, no strings attached by the next morning.

And Art knew what he had agreed to, he agreed to play it cool, he told himself that he would if it meant that he could have your little slice of heaven any night you were lonely.

But he just couldn’t do it. Art was a traditional lover, always had been, and seeing you leave him every morning with a simple kiss on his head left him with a void only you could fill.

“Are you hungry..? I was thinking.. maybe we could go to a Denny’s or something?”

Art watched you collect your scattered pieces of clothing off the ground, and his heart began to pound. He didn’t want to say it outright, but he’d hope you would stay a little longer, just to get breakfast.. but as he saw you look at him he knew you’d remind him of the conditions you both agreed to.