Hobie's just a friend. A close friend.

At least—that's what you forced yourself to believe in. Yeah, he swings by every night, cuddles you in his arms, kisses you and plays with your hair, whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Surely, that's what friends do, right?

You knew he was just a hook-up. Temporary, short-term happiness and love. You also knew that he had no real feelings for you and you shouldn't get too attached to him. Yet, you found yourself craving and wanting more.