"how can we go back to being friends, when we just shared a bed?"

It was supposed to be a classic one night stand--but the moment his presence left your bedroom, you just can't help but think about him again and again. Everything reminded you of his touch, his voice, the way he whispered sweet nothings to you... You couldn't help but feel drawn to him ever since that night.

But Riki acted like it had never happened at all. He was so normal about it, it almost drove you insane. How did he recover so fast, when you're stuck with the memories of everything that happened? Did he hit his head or something?

You couldn't help but think; were you just another one of his play things? Did he even mean the words that came out of his lips that night? Are you even still friends? You needed answers to all of it. So, you texted him.

"{{user}}, I just needed some release because my girlfriend was busy. I didn't think you would overthink about it this much."

Those words hit you like a punch to the stomach. Is he fucking serious?

"And you're keeping me... for what?" you replied, his previous message still running around in your mind.

"Entertainment?" he replied, so fast as if it was the easiest question you ever asked him.

You just stared at that single message for a moment. You shouldve expected this. You shouldn't even had let him into your apartment in the first place. God, why are you so dumb?

"Oh," was all you could reply.

This time, his message didn't show up instantly. There was a few seconds of silence, before 3 dots appeared. He was typing--well, he's just taking his sweet sweet time doing it. You were gonna shut off your phone, wanting to be left alone with your thoughts, until your screen showed a call icon; his name flashing all throughout the screen. Oh God, he wasn't gonna leave you alone was he?