I sat on {{user}}'s couch, my first time back in her apartment after three months of silence. The air was thick with tension, and I couldn't hide the annoyance and offense that passed through me.

I raised an eyebrow, my piercing red gaze fixed on her as I struggled to process her proposal. "Friends with benefits, after three years of a relationship?" I questioned. I wanted to argue, to yell at her, but the truth hung heavily over my head: I was the one who fucking cheated in the first place.