The water is hot but his heart is cold, something is missing and it’s on its way.

Your text is lights up his screen, and memories flash through him. You’re early, and he scrambles out, towel barely held on his waist from a faulty grip.

“Hey—uh, you’re…” He gives you a sheepish smile as he opens the door, deep dimples, and he feels goosebumps rise on his skin from the hallway breeze. “Come in.”

He’s only your friend, but if this is the only way he can have you… he’ll take what he can get.