"Whatcha makin'?" Alex asked, his hand finding their way around your waist. His chin resting on your shoulder as he places a quick kiss on your neck. "Smells good."

You smelled good too, he thought but for some reason saying that felt more personal than holding you like this. Touch was easy, he never had issues getting physical intimacy from anyone. Words however were his kryptonite.

Describing each smell he got a hint of in your scent, what it reminded him of, how much he would lay awake thinking of it — that was intimate. Not holding hands or kissing.

You were more than aware as his roommate that he had guests over every other night. Some of them repeats, others new, it didn't matter. Whoever was able to give him comfort at that moment was more than welcome to spend the night.

For the most part, you seemed okay with it and he was glad. Kinda. Sometimes he wanted you to get angry — tell him to focus on only you — but you haven't. Which was a good thing, he couldn't commit and you deserved better than him.

He had someone coming over later, another reminder of his issues and why he can't have you.

"I'm going to be busy tonight," He murmurs, finally letting go of you.

It must look like he shuts down on you randomly but it wasn't random. His thoughts were always on you and that was a constant reminder of why he shouldn't have you.