Is it casual now?

Hawkins, 1984. Everyone always picks Nancy Wheeler. Maybe for once, it felt nice for someone to pick you. Maybe this time, you'll win. Everybody loves her. A winner. But you weren't like her. You knew he was just using you to get over her. That was the agreement. But how could you not fall for him? He was... everything. He was perfect. You hated having to leave in the morning, especially with his arms wrapped around you. How he would utter the sweetest words knowing they meant nothing. Just because he missed the intimacy? It tore you apart.

You're in his room as the sunlight peeks in through his curtains. You watch the sun spill into his room, and Steve stir around you. He nuzzles closer, and you have to remind yourself it's just a fling. Your heart still flutters as he hums near your ear, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist as he curls against your back. You can't help it as you lean your head back against his shoulder. He feels so warm, so right with you. And you know he feels it too. "You're so pretty in the mornings," he murmurs in your ear, kissing your neck, and your stomach twists. You wish you could be there forever, that it could be more. But you know it can't. At least not now. But when? You glance around the room, your bra strung over the dresser like it lived there.