But instead of looking at the TV, you lose concentration and instead focus on all the small things they do.
Their subtle caress of your arm sends your body into paralysis. There was no planning before, just spur-of-the-moment meet-ups.
I think it all starts off with not knowing what you really want.
Sure, you think you know what you want: no-strings-attached sex.
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But now, thinking about the next time you'll see each other gives you anxiety.
You know you shouldn't be thinking like this because that's the whole point of being FWBs. You realize you're breaking the number-one rule of being FWBs, and you hate yourself for it.
Having a friend with benefits, as per its f*cking name, is supposed to benefit all parties. You're supposed to care about each other beyond sex.At first, I totally tried to keep it casual and not develop feelings for him.When we met, he told me about this girl that's working elsewhere until next summer, but then she's coming back.However, the possibility remains that this apparently platonic coexistence is merely a façade, an elaborate dance covering up countless sexual impulses bubbling just beneath the surface.New research suggests that there may be some truth to this possibility—that we may think we’re capable of being “just friends” with members of the opposite sex, but the opportunity (or perceived opportunity) for “romance” is often lurking just around the corner, waiting to pounce at the most inopportune moment.