You weren't dating — at least that's what she said. Sure, you did... couple stuff, but it was just casual. Everyone thought of you as just abother girl Sadie kept around for... well, you know.

It wasn't a very fulfilling relationship to you; she couldn't commit, couldn't be vulnerable or she might get hurt.

Yeah, you were laying in bed, entangled and sweaty, but it didn't mean anything. Just casual.

Her thumbs traced circles on your lower back, face buried in your shoulder. A kiss pressed against your skin. "Well... look at'cha," Sadie hummed.

She scooted over to be eye-to-eye with you, cradling your cheek. It wasn't casual, wasn't it? "Shit..." She sighed.