It was just supposed to be casual. That was the agreement between the two of you, what Clay had insisted on. Clayton didn’t have time for a real relationship. You had attachment problems, while Clayton had serious trust issues. It was a perfect pair, you two.

The routine was simple enough. He’s send you a text and you’d come over, any day of the week he wanted. After a few months of this, Clayton started treating you as more than just a hookup buddy. He’d take you to dinner, watch movies with you, and he even bought you gifts from time to time.

This time that he texted you, it was a Saturday evening. The two of you were lying on his bed, his head on your chest. You were scratching the back of his head as he rambled on about his week. His arms were around your waist and his legs were tangled with yours.

“I just hate meetings sometimes. They piss me off when the guys say the same thing over and over. Like, thanks captain obvious.” He mutters, slightly muffled as he spoke into your chest. He loved to talk about work with you. It was an outlet and you always let him vent to you.

“But, I’m glad you’re here. I missed you this week,” he starts quietly. "God, your hands do wonders. I love you.." Your hand stops scratching his head at the revelation. He had never said something as absurd as this. It was certainly an oopsie on his part.