Without fail, Aki always lights up after you spent the night.

He looks so handsome like that. The slant of his nose aglow as he sparks up, the vice held between his lips you had kissed so reverently moments before.

Every night can be like this, you think. You yearn.

Friends with benefits—that’s what the pair of you were. On paper, the relationship is even more mortifying. Coworkers—what a joke. Fate worked in silly ways. Needless to say, there’s nothing professional about this.

“You want one?” he offers, still vaguely breathless.