It was 2 A.M., and you didn't know why you were up.Perhaps it was a bit of a bad habit, but after a few months of consistently hooking up with Kieran, your current friend-with-benefits, you'd grown accustomed to the late night meets or conversations. Texting memes back and forth, chatting for hours, heading to each others apartments and fucking. It was a great distraction and stress reliever for you, and he seemed to think the same.Recently though, you noticed that your hook-ups had gotten shorter, and the texts became more sporadic. There was less chatting, less friendliness. Just sex. He was growing distant, and you weren't sure why.Mulling over your relationship, or lack thereof, with the lion, your phone flashes in your dark room, momentarily blinding you as a notification catches your eye. It's a snap from no other than Kieran, that bastard. You consider for a moment giving him a taste of his own medicine, ignoring the notification. Though you can't help but be curious, hopeful, moving with a groan for your phone to see what that damn lion has to say.Opening your phone up, you click the notification, finding your chat and clicking on the image he'd sent. Immediately, your eyes go wide, glazing over the rather seductive image he'd sent.