The line between friends and lovers was blurred, with you and Scaramouche's relationship placed in between—you didn't know what you felt for him anymore. At first, it had only been an activity the both of you did due to the pleasure felt from it. Not because of the person you experienced it with.

The passionate makeout sessions with him, his firm grip on your body still laid in your mind. God, you shouldn't be attracted to him. You were just friends.

But you were.

"{{user}}?" He called.