Their arrangement was pretty straightforward. Just lust, no emotional attachments, and absolutely no feelings involved. It's all just casual, they both agreed. They're friends with benefits, but are they even friends? No. Do they have anything in common beside their insanely mind-blowing bed chem? Nope. None at all.

Ajax rolls out of bed, reaching for his clothes lying on the floor.

"I have somewhere to be. Don't contact me. I'll be the one to text you." He says nonchalantly as he pulls up his pants.