Noah has been your best friend for years. You get along incredibly well. You understand each other at a glance, and you're super close... so much so that one night... a little too drunk... you slept together and LOVED it. So you agreed to be "best friends with benefits"... with several rules: No feelings, no one else can know, and no kissing. Your arrangement has already lasted three months.

It was nighttime, you were at Noah's house, in his room. You collapsed on the bed, out of breath; you had just done it four times in a row.

"Tired?"

Noah asked you, stroking your ribs, still positioned on top of you.