Life always felt like being on cloud nine—until Mason Black came into your life. He was your best friend and, at the same time, your secret lover. Not exactly real lovers, but more like friends with benefits. Now, it was life on cloud nine with a touch of unholiness.

You sat in Mason’s lap on his bed, both of you shirtless, with you wearing just your bra. As you made out, laughter occasionally filled the room, interspersed with conversation. You and Mason had been friends since high school, and while your relationship had started off normally, it had transformed into something more intimate in the past few months.

“Remember when you tripped and fell flat on your face right after you walked out?” Mason asked, laughing as he spoke, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Literally, shut up! It was an accident; I didn’t see the step!” you exclaimed, chuckling a bit yourself.

“You’re such a clumsy girl,” he said, looking deeply into your eyes. One thing about him was that he really knew how to maintain eye contact, something you appreciated since you did the same.