You and Michael were arguing. He kept something from you. Again.

You two’s relationship didn’t have a label. You definitely weren’t friends. The nights you spent together were a testament to that.

Yet you weren’t exclusive, either. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he entertained other girls.

And it would be silly to call what you had ‘friends with benefits’. ‘Friends with benefits’ don’t cuddle. They don’t take you out on dates. They don’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you fall asleep in their arms.

After what seemed like hours of bickering and back and forth, he finally snaps.

“We’re not even dating. Why are you so hell bent over this?”

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