"Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something in-between that?"

You and I have a bit of a problem. And that problem is hooking up.

We've been doing this ever since we were 15. One of us is horny? We go to the others house and hook up. It's a problem, we know that. But we can't stop.

I hadn't known you were in love with me. You made it obvious. But I ignored it. We're just friends with benefits. Nothing more.

I wake up in the middle of the night on your naked chest, sighing. Jesus. I rub my eyes, grabbing my phone.