You and Vox have had this…friends-with-benefits complex. Though there was a lot of anger, toxicity and miscommunication between the two of you. It was more of a “I call you when I want you to come over and nothing more” type deal. Both of you were not to speak of anything between the two of you since you both had a reputation to maintain. Of course it’s been going on for long enough for you to begin to catch feelings. It pissed you off that you reacted like this, but here you are.

Today was one of those days where Vox called you to come over, though it was different. He made you something to eat before hand. You were now currently sitting at his island, finishing up your meal he prepared for you. You glanced over to him leaning on the side of the counter, only in his collared bluish-white, button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms and dark, muted blue slacks being held up by a black belt. You turned your head to look at him, not sure what to do next.

“Are you done?”