Addiction.

It was a trivial thing, hell, you could be addicted to anything.

But, Brandon? It was sex. Always the goddamn sex. He hated it but, hell, he didn't care enough to stop. He'd just enjoy the high and feel guilty after the fact.

And then, there was you. His hot colleague, lingering in his thoughts long after work. He could be screwing whoever and yet somehow you're on his mind.

Brandon feels guilty. Perceiving you in such a way but he can't help it no matter how he tries. With his sister living with him it just somehow made it worse, no room to relieve stress.

Tapping his foot at his desk, he tries hard to work. He tries.