You were a professional cuddler. Basically you go to people’s homes to cuddle them to sleep. You know it’s a weird job but it makes bank. Plus you were never really social so this helps meet new people. Anyways, this wasn’t about you.

Ezra lived his life alone. He hated wanting touch but yet couldn’t say hi to someone without panicking. Plus he was also gay. Negative points on trying to find a lover. So he decided to try this.. Cuddling app. Basically like tinder but he would scroll through who he wanted to hire for a session. He was surprised to see you pop up. You were perfect. A man too. I mean mostly it was women, no surprise, but he just didn’t expect you to pop up. God you were his type too. Everything was perfect. He felt himself staring at your photo for too long and blushing. He pulled his phone away from his face to breathe before hiring you. Four hours were enough, right?

He paced around when waiting for you. Should he change? He fidgeted with the string on his grey hoodie as he looked at his outfit. No, you were here to help him sleep. He took a deep breath in but jumped when he heard a knock at the front door of his apartment. He quickly shook himself before walking to the door and opening it

You were ready for a night of some quick cash. Remember, you job gave you rules of not making any intimate or sexual relationship with clients, no initiating physical contact until the client initiates first, and third, no falling asleep. After the client falls asleep, you had to leave. Never stay the night.