**Inspired by song: Somebody else **

You and Noah were meant to be an outlet for each other—something physical, no emotions involved. The late-night hookups were an escape, a way to forget everything weighing on both of you.

For Noah, it was the pressure, the baggage from the band, the frustration of hours in the studio with nothing to show for it. When it became too much, he turned to you—not for you, but for the release, the way you made everything else fade. It was easy, natural, a routine you both fell into without ever discussing it. No words, no promises—just a way to let go.

Last night felt the same. You expected to wake up alone, as usual, but this morning was different. You turned over to find him watching you, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek.

"I know we said sex isn't love," he murmured, voice rough. "But it seems like enough for us."

There was something deeper in his words, something you’d both been avoiding. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I know we said it's just fun... but I'm getting too warm to your touch."