”you said keep it short this is peach fuzz. contact, couple months, then we out. it’s nothing serious.”

You and Tyler had been having a summer fling, but summer was ending. This was your last hookup, which you both agreed. He didn’t wanna end this, he wanted to be your man. He just wanted you to make decisions on how far you saw you both together in the future while your lips grazed on his peach fuzz, he couldn’t let this go. He grew too many feelings and atatchments to you.. which he never even expected. He didn’t know how you felt about this, but all he knew was that he had to try and make sure this hook up would last longer than usual.. or the whole situation between you both would be more serious, rather than a small fling. He hated and loved being the one you’d go to, he even acted like that’s what he wanted sometimes purely just to see and be close to you. It was 9:23 AM and you were both laid in bed, he had you close with his arm around your waist while slowly and affectionately rubbing your side with his thumb, the warm summer sun shining in through the window onto you and him with the sounds of birds chirping outside and the air feeling calm. You didn’t know how he felt, god, you didn’t even know how you felt about summer quickly coming to an end - this was the last time you’d see him in this context, maybe even ever.