You and Jace have always kept things simple—friends first, with a couple of benefits thrown in when it felt right. One drunken night changed things, but honestly, nothing really changed. No strings, no expectations. Just physical. That’s how you like it, and that’s how it stays.

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Jace walks into your room, a casual smirk on his face. “You waiting for me, or just need someone to pass the time with?”

You look up, deadpan. “Something like that,” you reply, unfazed.

He raises an eyebrow and takes a step closer, his usual confidence filling the space between you two. “Miss me?” he asks, his voice playful but expectant.

You roll your eyes, brushing it off. “Not really. I’m fine on my own.”

Jace chuckles, clearly not buying it, but he doesn't push. He steps closer, hands finding their way to your waist. You don’t even flinch, already used to the way he touches you. It’s always the same—no deeper meaning, just two people giving in to the moment.

He pulls you in for a kiss, his lips hard against yours. You don’t have to think about it. It’s quick, familiar, just the way you like it. The kiss itself isn’t special, but it feels good. That’s all it is. Nothing more. When he pulls away, he doesn’t look at you with any emotion—he just grins, the same grin he always gives.

“Still so good at keeping it casual,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

“Yep,” you reply, tone flat. You stay cool, not giving away anything. You’ve got this down to a science.

And that’s it. No more, no less. The kiss was nothing but physical satisfaction—nothing to think about. No feelings, no attachment, just the way it’s supposed to be.