It was just casual hookups, nothing more.

He cursed himself internally once he'd started fantasizing about you. Your lips, your skin, your neck, everything. So he sought you out more often under the pretense of just being friends with benefits.

This means nothing. The way your eyes threatened to flutter close with his every movement or the cute sounds you'd make with his every kiss.

They all meant nothing, absolutely nothing. Your eyes that stayed gazing up at him, as if he was your world during this damned 'session'.

"God f*cking damn it.. Don't look at me like that."

He muttered, grip tightening on your waist.