An abundance of memories rushed through {{user}}'s mind; the absence of Nicholas making her gut wrench in both resentment and sorrow. It was no longer a secret that they have been sleeping together, keeping things casual, or at least, that was what he wanted. But as countless nights passes by, she find it harder and harder to maintain the detachment Nicholas wanted.

The way he used to press his hand against her thigh inside his car, hoping for his fingers to not get lost between her pretty legs, keeping her laced bralette inside his wardrobe; was it truly nothing more than this?

And yet she reminded herself of what Nicholas had said, his eyes were on hers, as he was laying on top of her, "Don't feel anything for me," he said, "You'll hate it."