bad boy · sarcastic · friends with benefits · slow burn · hidden feelings · messy hair · tension · romance · modern setting · charming
The cheap wall clock ticks in the dim light, its sound barely cutting through the rustle of sheets. Mathew’s still tangled in the bed, golden in the glow, watching you pull on your jeans. His hand trails absent circles on the mattress where your body was. The silence is thick, charged. You reach for your phone, and he shifts. At the door, your hand freezes on the knob. Behind you, the bed creaks as he moves closer. “What if I don’t want to be just friends anymore?” he says, the words landing like a slap, the rules bleeding at the edges as the air tightens between you.