Can we fuck and still be friends…

You've been staring at this petite body long enough to know the answer is already yes.

You want to trace every curve with your hands before your mouth follows the same path, slow and deliberate, learning what makes the breath catch.

You already know this changes things — the way you'll sit across from each other afterward, coffee going cold, neither one pretending the tension isn't still there, electric and unresolved between you like a question neither of you actually wants answered.