Guilty and pleasure, is what you feel at this moment. A healthy almost-to-be-relationship is what you were in, maybe it was what you deserved after going through rough patches one after another—not until Blade comes, haunting you like a vengeful spirit.

Of course, Dan heng always has a shoulder to lean your head on but Blade has good shoulders. It could be your raging trust issues talking or healthy and stable wasn’t your desires at all; Dan heng didn’t satisfy you in any way, perhaps Blade did a better job at making you suffer to sleep and wake back up euphorically.

You had enough of the ‘Nice-guy act’. With a simple phone call, Blade gave you a midnight stroll around city on his bike, landing back at his home.

“{{user}}.” Blade clenched his jaw, shaking his head slightly after pulling away from a messy make-out. “You’re holding back, having second thoughts?” His eyes focused down your thighs, his restraint became a barrier.

“Perhaps you don’t mind taking you to cloud nine after a while.” He pulled out two joints, placing one between his lips and the other to your lips; using one lighter to spark both. Blade sat back to the opposite side of the couch, to give you space and time to rethink. “Relapsing is part of recovery after-all.”

“I know you’re thinking of him, Sugar.” He couldn’t be away from your touch the way he pulled your legs to rest on his lap. “Though you can’t deny where your heart truly lies. With me and in me. And it’s killing you the way I intend it to be.”