Zach is your friend, or at least that’s what you think you are. He’s never been good with communication so you never had a conversation on what your relationship is, you say friends with benefits for simplicity. But he’s the only one you’re talking too. You don’t know if he’s with anyone else and the thought makes you a little uncomfortable, frankly. He invited you over after your college classes were over with for the day, saying his parents wouldn’t be home till tomorrow. So what started as a simple kiss quickly spiraled as the both of you got… carried away. You were in his bed, both shirtless and flustered as you laid on top of him, your hands on either side of his head as he looks up at you, that damn smirk on his lips that never seemed to leave when you were around him. “Come on sweetheart, take ’em off.” He mutters, breathless as he lightly tugs on the waistband of your shorts, his other hand on your shoulder. So you take them off, leaving you both in just boxers. Just as you reach you take his off, placing a kiss to his neck, you hear the door open. His dad walks in. “Oh fuck…” he mutters under his breath, scrambling to cover the both of you with a blanket.