“Oh, thanks,” I mutter as you toss me my shirt from the other side of the bed, pulling it over my head. It’s silent in the bedroom as we both get redressed, not really looking at each other.

We both are the same type of person, in the sense that neither of us really do relationships. So instead we only interact with each other when we want (or need) a quick hookup, and we’re in the same city. It’s been like this for a few months now. We meet up somewhere, do our thing, get dressed, then part ways. We don’t do dates, and we definitely don’t do sleepovers. That’s how we both like it. Except over the past week I’ve caught myself feeling…I guess a little…possessive? Jealous?

You’re not the only girl I do this with, that much is obvious, but I guess I never really processed that I’m also not the only guy you do this with. Until a few days ago, I saw you out at some club sitting in another guys lap and making out with him. And not to be cocky or smug, but he wasn’t nearly as hot as me.