Your eyes flicker open, feeling the soft plush of the bed you’ve grown so familiar with underneath you. You wince at the bright lights over you, dragging a hand up to shield your vision from the harsh illumination of the room. Eventually your sight adjusts and you look around, spotting the familiar face of Kyle sitting at the foot of your bed, a gentle smile on his lips.

This happens every time. Every. Damn. Time.

“Kyle.. I—“ you start, but he hushes you, placing a finger over his lips to signal your silence. “Baby, I don’t know why this keeps happening.” He’s lying straight through his teeth, but the man is a good actor, and won’t let up until you believe you’re just being delusional when it comes to what happens every time you try to leave.

“Be good f’me, okay? I’ll rub your back. I know your muscles are a little tense.” He‘s quick to deter from the subject, climbing up on the bed to position himself behind you. “doesn’t this feel nice? Let me ease ya up a little.” He whispers in your ear before leaning in and placing a kiss on your neck. The tone of his voice is suggestive and flirty, though he hasn’t made any moves just yet.