When I woke up the next morning, Reece was fast asleep beside me.

I glanced at the time. It's nearly ten. I should get out of here. I remember a little while ago, maybe it was around eight o'clock, I could hear Reece moving around the room and then I even heard the front door open and shut. Twice. I'm guessing he went to walk Whiskey. I should have taken my chances and left then but I was still half asleep. I'm also butt naked right now.

I huffed and then reached over, grabbing his shirt that I was wearing earlier. I sat up and pulled that over my head. Then I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. I pulled them back on, leaving his shirt on and carrying mine. When I walked out of the bathroom, I stopped in my tracks, grabbing my stomach and wincing. Cramps. That means I'll get my period today or tomorrow at the latest.

I let out a shaky breath and tiptoed around the bed, heading for his nightstand that had my phone on it. I held my breath while reaching for it and then almost let out a scream when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed. "Fuck you," I groaned, trying to push him off.

He frowned, his eyes squinting while he looked down at me. "What are you doing?" he groaned, his voice extremely husky and raw. He rubbed his eyes, looking down at me. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"I'm going home. It's been too long, I have to go. It's like I'm living here," I mumbled, not looking at him.

He lay down on top of me, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I tried slipping my hands between us and pushing him off but he was too heavy for me to move. "Reece," I groaned, closing my eyes.

He mumbled something, his lips brushing against my skin but it was incoherent. He kissed my neck a few times and then rolled off of me. "When will I see you?" he asked sleepily, lying on his stomach and keeping his eyes closed.

"Uh, I don't know," I said while standing up, gathering all my things. "I'll text you." I was leaving when he kneeled on the bed and crawled to the edge of the bed, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back, spinning me around. "Oi," I mumbled, almost tripping and falling on him.

He grabbed my waist, looking up at me, his eyes only opened just a bit.

I almost laughed while holding his face in my hands, shaking him a little. "Go to sleep," I chuckled softly. "Bye."

He leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

"Reece," I mumbled.

He blinked slowly, opening his eyes. Then he tugged me forward and kissed me.

I pulled away sooner than I wanted to and pecked his lips before pulling his hands off of me. "Bye."

"Bye," he called out, lying back down.

I walked out, grabbing Whiskey and putting him in bed with Reece before I left. I stepped into the elevator and then downstairs, walking to my apartment building. I walked in and then headed up to the apartment, unlocking the doors and walking in. I was walking to my room and froze when Chloe's bedroom door opened and she walked out.

"You nasty little liar," she sang, walking over to me. She walked in a circle around me three times and then stopped in front of me.

"What?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"You look freshly fucked."

I shook my head, "That was last night."

She gasped, "Who?"

I dropped my things on the kitchen island and moved to the fridge, looking for something to eat. "Reece Griffin."

"My, oh my! Didn't you hate him?"

I shrugged, grabbed some milk and then cereal. I poured out the cereal into the bowl and then added the milk. I sat on the barstool and started eating.

"Since when?"

"My birthday eve."

"Indie, what the fuck? You didn't tell me!"

"You didn't tell me you liked Caleb. But you went out on a whole ass date with him and brought him here. What did you guys do?"

"Hang around, watch some stuff, chill. But we're talking about you right now. Girlie. You're screwing Reece Griffin?"

"Yup," I said, taking another spoonful into my mouth.

"Why though? I mean, I get it, he's hot but still. How'd you two go from hating each other to fucking each other?"

"I went to him on my birthday eve. After you called," I admitted sheepishly, staring at the bowl.

She gasped again, "That's where you were? No wonder you came home so late and weren't even here when I got back. You went to him?"

I nodded.

"Why?"

"Dunno. Well, actually I know exactly. First, I went to ask if he knew that Landon was cheating on me. He had to know, they're friends. Kind of. But when I got there, I thought: He's Landon's friend and Landon cheated on me. He's annoying but he's hot, I can have sex with him. I only planned to do it once. But then we just... dunno," I shrugged again.

She blinked at me. "You had birthday sex with Reece?"

I nodded. "Your thoughts?" I questioned.

She shook her head and then put her hands up in surrender. "I'm staying out of it. He's hot, you're hot, you both have the tension but... he doesn't date, Indie."

I frowned, "So? I'm not looking to date him. We're just fucking around, it's no big deal." I stood up once I finished the cereal and washed the bowl and sink, putting both things back in the cabinets.

"Okay, if you're cool with it. Just don't fall in love with him," she sang, walking over to me and touching the t-shirt I had on. She chuckled softly and then her eyes came up to mine. "Do you like him, Indie?"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "No, obviously not." I turned to go into my room but she grabbed my shirt, yanking me back.

"Ibwa, neo!" Hey, you! "Jinjja?" Really?

"Mwo?" I asked. What?

"Do you think I'm stupid? You like him, ani?"

I didn't answer her.

"Ani?" she asked again, slowly. No?

"Ani," I shook my head.

She sighed and let me. "Gwaenchanh-a," she nodded. Okay. "Whatever you say."

"I'll go shower," I mumbled, turning around and going into my room. I went into the bathroom, pulling my pants off. Then I pulled the shirt over my head and was about to toss it into the hamper. Then I stopped and stared at it in my hands. It even smells like him. "Losing it, I'm losing it, one hundred percent." I hung it up on the hook behind my bathroom door. I shrugged my undergarments off and went into the shower, stepping under the hot water.

I need a 'Reece detox' don't I? Yes, that's exactly what I need. A Reece detox, a cleanse from him. If I'm around him all the damn time like I have been lately, falling for him is inevitable. That's what I thought I was doing last night. I thought if I get clingy, he'll ask me to leave, and then for a few days, I could avoid him and set my head straight.

But he saw right through the act and figured it out. He knew I was acting clingy to get rid of him. I looked down and hey, my period's here. I groaned and grabbed my shampoo, squeezing some into my hands.

While I was rinsing my hair, I thought of another idea, another way to dodge this disaster called feelings. I'm on my period now, which means we can't have sex. Well, we can, but period sex isn't my thing. So, at least while I have my period, I have no reason to see him. With no reason to see him, there will be some distance and I'll be able to set my head straight. I'll be able to make myself understand everything. Again. I'll make myself believe the truth. Because it is the truth.

We are not together. It's not a relationship. It's an enemies with benefits situationship. And that's what it shall remain. I proposed the idea that we have sex in the first place. We both agreed to keep it going. But that's exactly what we both agreed to. Having sex. Nothing more, nothing less. So, I think we should keep it that way because if I do anything more, he might leave. And I don't want that just yet. I like him, obviously. I thought I didn't yet but the more I think about it, the more I'm starting to get unconvinced. I think I already like him, even if it's just a teeny, tiny bit.

But I still want to try stopping it, I have to try. So this time that we're going to be apart, I'm going to try and get myself to stop. I'm going to stop liking him. I wanted him for sex in the first place and if I change my mind and now want more, I can't blame him for wanting to leave me. But I don't fucking want him to leave me. I rested my head against the cool tile wall.

"I hate that I can't quit you, Reece." I straightened up and grabbed the hair conditioner. "Help me quit you, please."

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