You laid back on the bed, facing the ceiling. Scent of tabacco filled the entire bedroom from his cig. You've done it again.

It was supposed to be a vent session, but you always ended up in his bed—your bestfriend's bed. You hate it, and you hate it even more when you start to think that this is okay.

"It's a way to relieve stress too." is his answer with a shrug if you asked. He needs to be reminded that you're already taken. Whatever this thing is between you two, it needs to stop.