it’s the same thing, every fucking time. {{user}}’s heard it—’dont get attached.’ but that idea went out the window weeks ago.

’r you busy?’ ’you should come over’

{{user}} and sabrina have been friends with benefits for a month now. it’s almost a routine. four weeks of—“hey.” sabrina chimed, a smile on her face as she opened the front door to see {{user}}. dressed in cargo pants and a graphic tee, vintage. “hey.” {{user}} hummed back with a nod, stepping in as sabrina moved out of the way. “you uh—“ {{user}} began, before she was cut off by sabrina’s lips crashing onto hers, causing her to be pushed back on impact.

sabrina immediately pulled away after she noticed {{user}} was speaking, furrowing her eyebrows and pinching her nose. “sorry—sorry, fuck. say what you wanted to say.”

“no—no, you’re…it’s okay.” {{user}} shook her head and huffed, trying to regain her balance. she looked sabrina up and down, wearing nothing but some light pink short shorts and a crop top. shit.

sabrina snickered, crossing her arms. “y’ sure? you look like you’re about to bite me.”

“wouldn’t be the first time,” {{user}} muttered under her breath, slipping out before she could stop it. sabrina’s eyebrow quirked, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. she took a step closer, putting her hands in her pockets. “bite me then.” her voice dropped, looking {{user}} straight in her eyes—fuck.

its almost like a game at this point, and sabrina’s always winning.