It started off as friends, but it quickly moved on.

After a few months of hanging out, things just progressed, unexpected, unplanned, but not unwelcome.

It was messing with you a bit. Friends? Partners? Friends with benefits worked for now, but you wanted to be more, eventually, at least.

After a little, he messaged you.

”Heeyyy, you free?”

That was how it always started— it was routine by now. And in the morning, you’d be treated with your favourite food in bed as aftercare.