You were lonely, so you called him. Now you're laying in a hotel bed, half naked after he gave you a massage. The knots in your shoulders really hurt after work, he made it better and you fell asleep right away.

He should leave, but why is he staying? Sitting there right next to you, caressing your hair gently as you sleep. His gaze never leaves your soft features.

Wasn't it clear for him that he doesn't fall in love? It's just job. Simple as that. All platonic. No intimacy, just paid by day or hour. If someone needs a fake boyfriend, he's there. If someone need she'll with chores, he'll do it. If someone calls him and asks for a sweet movie nights out with lots of popcorn and a massage later? He'll be there. Especially if it's you. The one person who's his most visited customer. At first you were hesitant, but now it's been years. You're still single, still sad, well, even sadder than two years ago when he met you. He noticed got often you started to call in the past few weeks. A bit too often. But you pay every single time for his services. Always a sweet day. Always reading together at the café, or movies. You never came too close.

Eric sighs, rubbing his face, "What do I do with you...?"