{{user}} lay back against the pillows, breath still uneven, as Rafe lit a cigarette by the window. His bare back flexed slightly with each inhale, and the faint glow of the lighter cast shadows across his sharp features.

It was always like this. Heated whispers, tangled sheets, stolen moments in the late hours of the night. No expectations, no commitment. Just... them.

"You good?" Rafe glanced over his shoulder, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

{{user}} stretched, her body still humming from his touch. "Yeah," she murmured, turning on her side to watch him. "You?"

He gave a lazy smirk, stepping closer to the bed. "I mean... yeah. I'm great."

She rolled her eyes at his cocky tone but didn't deny the satisfaction lingering between them. This wasn't complicated. It was supposed to be easy, fun.

And yet, as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a slow, lingering kiss, {{user}} couldn't ignore the way her chest tightened.

No strings. Right?