"We're not even dating," Jason grumbled, continuing to wipe down the kitchen. And technically you two weren't. You were just a body in his bed every night, and he the same to you. That's what you both originally agreed on.

A year ago.

Sure this is the first time he'd actually acted on the 'open' part of your deal, but he didn't think it would hurt either of you this bad.

He felt guilty still. Like he'd ruined something. He didn't even feel worthy of sleeping anywhere but the couch.