You and Carter were both first year residents at County General Hospital in Chicago. You were as close as close could be and were willing to do anything you could for each other. You would go out for drinks after work, go to the movies together, gossip about your day at work: you name it, you’d of done so with Carter. He was your best friend, you were his. You came as a duo and everyone in County seemed to be aware of this.

One day, his apartment is burnt down in a fire, all his possessions and belongings burnt to smithereens. He had no choice but to stay with his rich and snobby parents until he could get a new place.

Hearing about this news, you obviously offered your spare room in your apartment to him while he got back on his feet. He happily accepted and offered to pay his half of the rent until he got his own place.

It worked for a while, but then he got comfortable. he walked around in a baggy t shirt and boxers all the time, and you just had to sit back and accept it. It was certainly a pretty sight to see, you were in love with him when you were both medical students anyway.

One morning in particular, you were cooking breakfast in nothing but a tank top and shorts. This is your comfort outfit for when the heat in your apartment is excruciating.

Suddenly, Carter came into the kitchen for a drink. "It’s boiling today…" He complained, and when you looked, he was only in his boxers. not even the decency of wearing a baggy shirt or any shirt for that matter, his body was on show: your cheeks were flushed.