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16

Love's POV

"You look fucking amazing. Give me a little twirl." Blair stood in the dressing room beside me, helping me pick a dress for an upcoming company auction event.

She and I both use shopping as therapy. We've been doing it since children. I would most likely guilt trip Mami to take us both before I started to drive.

We practically lived in the mall together.

"It's not too revealing?" I asked while looking into the full body mirror in front of me.

The dress was black and backless, showing off my curves and the tattoo on my lower back that I had gotten once I graduated high school.

"Of course it is, but isn't that the point?"

"You're right, gotta sell those pieces somehow." I told her. "Ian called me today, said he wanted to talk."

"Uh oh, about what?" She sat down on the small sofa behind me.

"Wish I knew." I slid on the white skirt I had worn that day, then the sheer blouse.

"He does know that it's just sex." She looked skeptical. "Right?"

"Of course! I wouldn't get involved with him or anyone without disclosing the nature of our relationship." I said, reassuring her.

"Then what is there to talk about?" We both walked out of the dressing room together with the dress.

"Maybe he caught feelings for me? I mean, he's been more intimate than we were in the beginning." The line only had three customers, so we stood patiently. "I should've ended it the moment I saw him getting too comfortable."

"No, you should've never started the arrangement. Friends with benefits is a myth. Either you're not really friends, or you will catch feelings. In your case, it's the second outcome."

"What do you know about friends with benefits?" I chuckled.

"The books I read depict it very well, thank you very much." She said, sending me a nudge and a friendly smile.

"Whatever you say, B."

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After the cashier rung us up, Blair and I headed back to my apartment, but she soon had to leave due to a mishap on her floor of the office.

I was about to lie down, but there was a knock on my front door.

I was dressed in a dark lingerie set, so I quickly put on a robe from my bathroom, then rushed to open it.

There stood Ian with his hands through his hair. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Love," he walked inside like he lived here.

"Just come right in," I muttered under my breath. "Are you okay? You don't look good. Do you want something to drink?" I headed to my kitchen to grab us both a beer.

"Yeah, thanks." He took a seat on my couch. "I haven't been getting much sleep, you've been on my mind."

I walked over to him, and handed him the beer. I'd already opened mine, and I took a sip.

I didn't understand what he was saying. Was he trying to say he wants sex? "You don't have to think so hard if you want to fuck me," I told him bluntly, "that's our arrangement."

"That's the thing. I don't want this 'arrangement' anymore." He said, looking up at me with such kind eyes.

They were so blue, they looked like how the ocean would if it were cleaner and clearer.