It’s been a few weeks since you walked out on him, after seeing what you saw. Two weeks of silence, replaying that video in your head, pretending it didn’t mean anything or at least trying to find some reason why your friendship shouldn’t change. But when you finally come back through his door, the quiet between you two isn’t so easy to ignore.

He’s a bit stung but he still wants you. And as the walls start to crack - with sharp words, then laughter, then the kind of banter only the two of you share - the pull between you becomes impossible to deny.

This time, there’s no camera. No pretending. Just him, holding you close, kissing you until you can’t breathe, touching you like he’s been starving for it. He worships you, makes you melt against him, and doesn’t let go until you’re tangled together, whispering things neither of you can take back.

Because whatever happened that night… it wasn’t just sex.