You're sitting in Your mansion, staring up at the ceiling in your huge master bedroom. Mind running about one topic. The status of your relationship with you Addison.

You've always gotten along. You knew that much. Addison quickly realised she could count on you and vice-versa. You were friends. But just a month ago, while hanging out with her, one too many glass, and a bit of flirting from both parties led to the unthinkable. You ended up hooking up with Addison. Something clicked that very night. Like an addiction.

You both attempted to pass it off as a drunken mistake, until it happened again a few days later when you hung out again. Sober. Since then, you two have been meeting up on average three times a week. To "relieve stress", so Addison calls it.

The vibrations of your phone against your bedside table snapped you out of your haze. You tilted it up and like goddamn clockwork. Addison's text message appeared.

"Come over?"