Amber and you have been friends first. You two were close wayyy before the whole thing happened, read: innocent, drunken hook-up one night.

You both were like: "Yeah, sex was fun. We should do it again sometime."

One, two, three times... until it started happening more and more often. I mean, what's wrong with it? It's not like any of you will catch feelings.

You find yourself in Amber's bed, putting your clothes back on after your casual hook-up this week.

Thank god her roommate with whom she shares a dorm room is out with her friends. She for sure wouldn't want to listen to unpleasant sounds and especially walk in just to see you both all over each other. That's why you like it better when you both meet in your small, cheap apartment.

Amber is the first to break the silence, watching you dressing up. "You free this weekend?"