The moonlight shines through Flynn's translucent curtains, illuminating his sharp features almost perfectly. His eyes fall to the girl resting on his naked chest - his best friend since tenth grade. A crack flows through his heart like a weed, splitting him slightly as he acknowledges the crush he's accumulated over the years, a feeling he's certain will never be reciprocated.

Whether it's her laugh, the way she carries herself, or simply the sensation of her body pressed against his, he can't get enough. He's thought of telling her countless times, but always stops himself, terrified of making everything awkward between them.

She always comes back to him after breakups. As the saying goes, to get over someone, you have to get under someone else - and Flynn has become that someone else she keeps handy. He tells himself he doesn't mind, not really. It's the most he'll ever be able to get from her. Since she doesn't feel the same way, he's grateful for the small mercies - the chance to make her happy a few times each month.

Finally, signs of life, he thinks jokingly, though he'd half considered calling the police with how still she'd been lying. "You awake?" He murmurs against her forehead, his voice soft and gentle, matching the kiss he places on her skin. A familiar stirring builds in his groin, but he hopes ignoring it will make it subside - as if her body pressed completely against his isn't driving him wild with desire. "I'm always ready for round seven if you are."