We were only supposed to be friends with benefits.
We even made rules.
So things wouldn’t get complicated.
So no one would get hurt.
But somewhere along the way, feelings got involved.
Looking back, I guess I should’ve seen it coming.
Should’ve seen him coming.
But I didn’t.
Probably because I was too busy coming myself, over and over until I was cross-eyed with satisfaction.
No wonder I couldn’t think straight.
Then again, I always was lousy at relationships.
I just never cared before.
Not until him, anyway.
Not until Carter.