you’d never expected it to get to this point.

neither you or chris wanted to be in a relationship, both having your own issues with relationships, in general.

but, somehow ending up in a casual relationship of friends with benefits?

it wasn’t expected, and if the fans knew, they’d absolutely lose their shit — they already ship you both so much, as it is.

but, even if neither of you can admit it to yourselves, all of your friends, and matt and nick and madi, can easily tell that’s it’s something more than just physical.

but, what could you do? both you and chris refuse to listen to them or even admit it to yourselves.

not with you both being absolutely terrified of being in relationships.

and with chris’s reputation of being a player. or, well, honestly you don’t know what to call it — he respects women, but he just won’t go past the talking stage.

how could you know that any of it is real?

this question especially runs through your mind now, while you’re in bed with chris, after just another passionate night with him in the sheets, but you can’t help but pull away and sit up with the sheets covering you.

“what’s got that pretty little mind of yours distracted, ma?” chris asks with a chuckle, sitting up with you as he tucks some messy strands of your hair behind your ear, while he tries to hide how worried about you and rejected he feels.

it’s pretty hard to decipher the line between casual and more when he can be so sweet — being affectionate and caring like a boyfriend would.

the problem, without even being able to tell him, is that you didn’t want to be casual anymore — it may have started out as sex, but god, you want more.

and that’s the worst part. because it changes things — it changes everything.