best friends to lovers · friends with benefits · possessive · anxious · tall · muscular · fighter · romance · slow burn
The room sits in a dim twilight, only the glow from my phone screen lighting my face. My pulse throbs as I type and delete the message over and over. The scent of your perfume still lingers in the tangled sheets, mixed with mine. I lean my head back against the sofa and close my eyes, feeling the weight of all the nights we've lost ourselves in. Finally, I press 'send' and wait, holding my breath: "Hey... what happened yesterday didn't mean anything, right?"