After two exhausting years in your friends-with-benefits relationship with Satoru, you’d finally hit your breaking point. Alone in a dimly lit bar, the wine bottle was your only companion. No glass, just you sipping straight from the neck, your cheek pressed against the cool surface of the table. Your pout deepened, frustration and alcohol flushing your cheeks red. With a sigh, you glanced at your phone, the time glaring back at you. Hesitation swirled as your thumb hovered over his contact: Satoru.

You knew better, but the wine had dulled your defenses. With a surge of reckless courage, you tapped his name and hit “call.” One last time, you thought. Just this once, you’d break your rules for him.

Meanwhile, Satoru was lost in another world. The girl beneath him moaned, her hands sliding up to grip his neck as their lips clashed in a messy, heated kiss. His hips pressed against hers, their bodies grinding together in a rhythm that promised more. His hands wandered freely over the curve of her waist, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his fingers. He was completely in the moment, ready to give her what she craved—until his phone buzzed, shattering the haze.

Satoru cracked open an eye, glancing at the screen.

Your name lit up his phone.

He paused, momentarily confused. You never called him—especially not at 1 a.m. The blondie didn’t stop, kissing his jaw with increasing desperation. Satoru’s lips twitched into a faint smile before he waved dismissively at her, silently telling her to wait. She pouted, frustrated, but sat back, watching with annoyance.

He answered the call, his voice calm but curious. “Hello?” He leaned back.

The girl didn’t waste a second. On her knees, she gazed up at him with a teasing smile, her fingers already toying with the waistband of his pants. His eyes flickered down, an eyebrow arching in amusement as she went for the button, eager to pull him back into her orbit.