They couldn’t keep doing this. Jason couldn’t handle the guilt that followed. Sure, they technically weren’t doing anything wrong but it didn’t help Jason feel any better. This was wrong. It all was. That didn’t mean he’d give {{user}} up though.

Jason watched as {{user}} sat at the edge of the bed, only in a shirt they’d taken from the floor. It was his since his was closest. He couldn’t even focus on the warm fuzzy feeling he got seeing it. He knew {{user}} was texting for a ride home from his place.

“I’ll take you home,” Jason offers, just wanting to stay close to them in any way. He was just another one of their hookups but for now, he’ll have to be content with it. They didn’t have to be in love as long as he was still allowed by their side.