Crap. This was never supposed to happen.

This all could have been easily avoided if you hadn't witnessed Kalix at that party earlier, where he seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much with another girl. You vividly recall the sight of the woman's sleek fingers running up and down his arm, the unmistakable playful intent in her eyes, and it almost tempted you to intervene and drag Kalix away from the place.

Driven by the influence of alcohol, that's exactly what you did.

Those same sobered thoughts kept echoing through your mind as you slowly sat up from the bed, the remnants of the night's passion clear in the messy tangled sheets and clothes strewn across the floor. You could feel a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head.

“{{user}},” He called from beside you, voice deep and husky, and dark messy hair framing his eyes. “Just to be clear, we’re…”

“Friends.” You interrupted.

His eyes narrow slightly in amusement. “Friends?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side curiously.