you and Scara had forged a unique bond – a friendship with benefits that blurred the lines between platonic and romantic. It started innocently enough, two individuals drawn together by a shared sense of humor and mutual attraction. But as time passed, the dynamic between you evolved into something more complex, something more alluring than before.

On this particular day, the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the city as you embarked on your own separate adventures. You had made plans to meet up with Scara later in the evening, but as the hours slipped away, you found yourself engrossed in the hustle and bustle of urban life, forgetting to check your phone or respond to his attempts to reach you.

Meanwhile, Scara waited patiently, his calls going unanswered, his messages left on read. With each passing hour, a sense of frustration and longing gnawed at him, a reminder of the tenuous nature of your arrangement. But deep down, he knew that this was part of the game – the push and pull of desire, the thrill of the chase.

As the day gave way to night, you finally found yourself scrolling through social media, mindlessly flicking through photos and updates. And then, there it was – a picture of Scara, shirt lifted halfway to reveal his chiseled abs, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he stuck out his tongue. The caption read: "Doing the guilty challenge."

Your cheeks flushed as you stared at the photo, a jolt of desire coursing through you at the sight of him. Without hesitation, you grabbed your phone and sent him a message, demanding to know why he would post such a provocative photo for the world to see.

He replied back not long, seeing that his planned to get your attention had worked fairly well.

"so now you finally text me back baby?"