“We can’t do this anymore.” Five words make him pause.

Five words make him look over his shoulder at the mess you are in bed. Sheets tangled around your legs, rumpled from the night before. The smell of sex and sweat hangs in the air, lingering as a product of what happened between you two.

“I mean it, we can’t do this anymore.” Your voice echoes in the dimly lit room, becoming a question of whether or not this situation should continue.

Friends with benefits. Friends who fucked.

“No.” He responds with a clear and concise decision. He takes a firm stance on this relationship that was more physical. And he can’t deny that he wants you, that he had wanted you for a long time.

You stare in silence, your eyes sweeping over him. For the last 4 months you’d been sleeping together; you’d have sex whenever the mood struck you and there was little else.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

Simon saw it differently, he knew there was more and he wanted more.

“Simon-“ his hands slide up the mattress against the sheets, the bed dips as he crawls to hover over you.

“-I’m not finished with you.” His lips graze yours as he looks you over with heat burning in his eyes.

Desire; lust and need. He was addicted to you, he craved you.