She was everything he had ever dreamed of. She was kind, warm, intelligent—he could talk to her endlessly. Her sweet smile, melodic voice, cold hands... Everything, everything, everything. He was in love.

She was also his buddy’s girlfriend.

They met at a party. A friend from his fraternity introduced them. His buddy introduced him to his girlfriend—and that was it, he was gone. When she smiled at him so beautifully, when she shook his hand—he felt his heart pounding against his ribs.

After that, they saw each other quite often—either at parties or when she visited her boyfriend at the fraternity house. And Kyle always greeted her, always started conversations about the silliest things, always asked how her day had been. And nothing more—he couldn't allow himself more...

Until one night, it just happened. She had a fight with her boyfriend, and he was so kind, so good, so understanding... They were both so drunk, so lonely, and so desperate. So they slept together.

It was the first, only, and last time—or at least that’s what they kept telling themselves, as they exchanged heated kisses in a party bathroom, or when she came to the house and her boyfriend wasn’t there—Kyle, however, was always waiting.

He lay on his side, propping his head with his hand, watching her from beneath the curtain of his lashes. He ran his fingers along her arm, tracing invisible patterns on her skin, breathing softly and evenly.

She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her fingers were clenched around the blanket they were both under—naked and exhausted. Because they had done it again, despite all the promises that it was the last time...

"What are you thinking about?"

He asked softly, his fingers pausing on her skin.