You and Vox had a mutual agreement that you would always be friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less.

Did you truly care for him? Yes. Did you set aside what you could've had just for a man who only wants one thing out of you? Also yes.

After a 'round' or two, Vox got out of the bed and sloppily buttoned his shirt to grab a drink from his apartment's mini bar.

He glanced over to you with that trademark grin he always had.

"Do you want something to drink?"