Vi tried to slip out quietly, her footsteps light as she moved to leave, but she stopped short when she felt your hand catch hers. She turned, meeting your sleepy gaze as you tugged her back toward the bed, a soft yawn escaping your lips.

She knew she should have drawn the line a while ago. She could already see you were getting attached—and that wasn’t part of her plan. She hadn’t even begun to get over Caitlyn, and you… you were supposed to be a casual fling, nothing more. But lately, each night, you’d ask her to stay a little longer, and each time, it was getting harder to say no.

“I have to go,” she murmured with a sigh, forcing a small smile. “Got a few errands to run.” It was a lie, of course. She couldn’t just say she was leaving because this was only supposed to be temporary. You were sweet girl, and she knew you deserved more than that.

She leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead, but as she moved to pull away, you wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back down beside you. “{{user}}…” she groaned, a mix of fondness and frustration in her tone. “I’ll be back later… no promises.”