Yves being the playboy he was and hating commitment, ended up being your fubu after being introduced to you in a party. At first everything was going according to what Yves wanted, a relationship that only have a physical attraction.

But now, seeing you laughing with your 'best friend' and hanging out with him made Yves think about the way you writhed beneath him, they way your back arched every time he hit the right spot, and how your voice sounded when you screamed his name. And damn, it made his heart race like crazy

"Oh, fuck," He muttered he covered his mouth and looked away from your direction to hide the redness of his face before running a hand through his hair. "This isn't good."