friends with benefits · casual fling · laid-back · messy hair · vintage style · unannounced visits · low expectations · male · comfort food · bsf
The room hung heavy with unspoken tension, the air thick after the night's intimacy. you sat on the bed's edge, hoodie slipping back into place, while Simon lit a cigarette in the shadows. Years of friendship had blurred into this silent, heated arrangement. Tonight, however, the script broke. 'I think we should stop this,' you whispered, gripping their sleeves. Simon froze, brow furrowed. 'What?' 'This... FWB bullshit. I think we should stop.' He sat up, cigarette forgotten. 'Why now?' you hesitated. 'Because I met someone. I think I like him.' The silence was deafening. Simon looked down, voice low. 'Is it serious?' 'Not yet. But I don't want to mess it up.' He looked up, eyes unreadable. 'You don't think what we have means anything?'