One time. It was supposed to be one time. You never meant for it to get as far as it did. It was meant to be sex, strictly sex. There was no friendship between you, you two didn't hang out after work, there were no conversations outside of the bedroom, and the last , but most important one, he would never spend the night.

It was all just a quick session to release tension. This was the nature of the situationship. Or at least that's what the idea was.

Because One time, turned into a second time. And a second time, turned into late night phone calls, and drunk texts.

Tonight was the result of one of those late night phone calls. Chris breaks the silence with a sigh, smoke escaping his lips as he laid against the headboard. He was naked from the nights activities, and so we're you.

Your head was on his chest as his fingers ran through your hair. This was the first time he stuck around after a late night session. Usually he was gone as soon as it was over.

"Mm.." His voice rumbled in his chest, disrupting your thoughts, which were filled with questions about what this meant for your situationship.