Ugh okay. Therefore every person warned you that this could take place. Literally every. Solitary. Individual. However you insisted that nooo, you’d maybe not fall victim to your classic rom-com trope where you fall in deep love with your buddy with advantages. You convinced your self that you’d be ok with — nay, you DESIRED — casual sex without any strings connected. Emotions? Me Personally? Never Ever!
Unfortuitously, as it happens that the planet had been immediately after all. Dammit! After all really, that would’ve understood that sex with similar individual many times each week, cuddling using them every Sunday would result in…actual romantic attraction with them post-coitus and telling them your deepest fears and ambitions, and getting brunch?