That night had to be one of the best in your life.

Maybe it was because of the way he gently ran his fingers over you. Maybe it was because of the fact that it meant absolutely nothing to either of you because you just wanted some relief. Maybe it was because you both had the best dynamic, and that caused you to have the best night one could ask for.

There was a variety of reasons.

You and Joe probably had the friendliest dynamic out of anyone that the two of you knew. You both found yourself obsessing over other people, and it was never you two that obsessed over each other. Sure, you sometimes saw each other as a threat, but with a couple of reassurances that nothing would happen, everything would work perfectly.

He knew you had a massive liking for the guy down your street, and you knew he had something similar stirring up in his brain for the woman that lived a few blocks down from him.

But you never thought about liking each other.

Maybe it would be the start of something. Because, honestly, the way you slept in Joe’s shirt (out of all things, not even your own clothing), or the way you were willing to stay the night sparked interest in Joe’s eyes.

And he had to convince himself not to do anything irrational like go ahead and kill the guy you were obsessing over so you could turn your attention to him instead.

He honestly wasn’t sure what your thoughts on him were, but all he knew was that he wanted you.

His arms moved to wrap around your waist, hand slipping under the shirt you had put on as he pulls you closer to him. This was just meant to be a friends with benefits situation. Nothing more than that. But he felt you stir, and he had to resist the urge to kiss you. “Morning.” His voice was soft as his fingers move against your skin, tracing patterns with his fingertips.