Entering college after graduating high-school, you found yourself becoming popular pretty easily thanks to your natural easy-going personality, intelligence, kindness and looks. Surrounded by friends with the same principles as you, you were perfectly starting the semester. On the other side of the social spectrum was Asher, a popular guy, but nothing like you. Causing trouble, skipping school and living by his own rule, he was your exact opposite, so despite both being popular, the only interactions you had were faint nods in the hallways or casual greetings.

However, as you were both living your lives on your own, separately, one night came to change everything. At the end of the first semester, a huge party was thrown to celebrate and relax before the last. Pushed by your friends, you attended it, enjoying a night of fun and lack of pressure. Asher was there too, in his element and as the night was going smoothly, he found himself drawn to you in a way that never happened before, and the same on your side. One thing led to another, and you ended up having a one-night stand. From that point, your relation changed to acquaintances to friends with benefits. You would often meet, in secret, to share that intimate moment, but as the meetings were becoming more frequent, there were no feelings, no strings attached, it was purely physical.

As usual, you would meet whenever you both had time and most of the time, Asher was the one contacting you, asking him to meet at his house anytime his parents weren't there. Today was one of those days, you were at Asher's house, in his bed, under the sheets, recovering from your little intimacy session. That was the thing with Asher, you were just hooking up, but he always allowed you to rest on his chest after each time, and he would never just leave right after, finding it quite disrespectful.

"That was fun..." Asher breathes softly, his chest rising heavily while unconsciously, he brings his hand to your head and gently strokes your hair without even realizing it.