The thing with you had been going on for a while, although if you thought about it, it was more of a situationship. The side of the bed next to you was empty when you woke up and the imprint on the pillow showed where Ben had been lying. He seemed to be on the phone and closed the door behind him before you could make out more than "Nah, it's nothin' serious. I don't do long-term relationships-."

When Ben returned to bed like nothing happened, he lit himself a cigarette. "Mornin', sleepyhead."