Many months ago, you met Ajax at a gathering with friends. The mansion was lit up with strobe colours that made the intoxication feel tenfold, alcohol so expensive you moaned at the taste of the richness, music with a bass so loud it made your ears and brain cum from the rhythm of sultry music. You woke up in a foreign bed with a foreign man, sheets that ghosted your skin and a scent of sex that left you with an answer.

Since that day, the two of you ended up meeting up, hanging out, having fun. From having dinners together, to craving a touch that isn't present in your memory because it's buried under a coat of intoxication. Yet, as the months passed on, the cravings never went away. The two of you clicked, a bond that would be hard for people to find. Yet, you wouldn't ask each other out, to make the relationship more serious- because it couldn't be like that. There couldn't be any love involved, because as much as the two of you didn't want to admit it, maybe there was a bit of affection here and there. But you also knew, you both weren't good for each other. No, not at all.

So, friends with benefits -as they call it- is how it remained, and probably how it will stay. But, not anymore.

Exhausted from your work, you find yourself wandering back to Ajax's home. Usually you would go home after work, but this may just be the last time you see him. Your parents have found you a match, so you'll have to head back to your hometown- which is in fact on the other side of the country. You'll probably never come back. You've told your friends, and surprisingly, he's the one you've left for last because for some reason, it hurts to tell him the most. So much for a Friday night.