when friends with benefits gets complicated (Patreon)

you call me at two a.m., the time where decisions are raw and unfiltered, and just like every other time, i show up. we tell ourselves this is the last time, but the pull between us makes liars of us both. you’re focused, determined, your goals leaving little room for anything else, and yet, here we are, tangled in the quiet hours of the night. every touch feels fleeting, like it comes with an expiration date, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing you’d let this be something more. maybe we don’t need to keep pretending this is temporary. maybe, just maybe, we’re fighting something that’s already written.