The rumpled duvet was a testament to the night before. {{user}} stretched, a lazy grin tugging at his lips, and glanced at Lucas, still sound asleep beside him. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across Lucas’s face. He looked peaceful, almost angelic, with his dark hair tousled on the pillow.

{{user}} reached out and gently brushed a strand away from Lucas’s forehead. He really was ridiculously cute. But cute didn't equal commitment. This was a fling. A glorious, intensely satisfying fling. {{user}} had a life, a career, plans that didn't involve settling down.

He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Lucas, and padded to the small kitchenette tucked away in the corner of the room. He hummed a jaunty tune as he brewed himself a coffee, the aroma filling the air.

Lucas stirred, blinked awake, and a sleepy smile bloomed on his face. "Morning," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.