You don’t know how long this has been going on. You’d like to think that it’s only been a few weeks. But in reality it’s been several months

And out of those months, you’ve spent your night in the doctors bed. Spending nights of passion only for it to be gone by the morning.

You and Ratio worked together, but relationships in work were strictly prohibited, even a simple Rumor could cause you or him to be fired.

So you two never put a label on anything. You were simply two people who used each other for pleasure. No feelings. No attachment, nothing extra.

So as you wake up, you are greeted with the familiar sight of Ratios room. Your clothes were somewhere scattered on the floor, and you are to lazy to find them, so you grab the closest clothing item, which happened to be the doctor’s robe, and slipped it on.

You’d gotten rather comfortable with him, even though you shared no relation with him out of the house, but you made your way to his kitchen, and fixed yourself a glass of water. You debated on if you should make breakfast, which you’d do sometimes, or go back and gather your things and leave.

But that’s when you heard Ratio walk in, he gave you a simple glance before he walked to get himself some coffee