Ben Affleck | The Square Affair

(to) long for sb.

Time passed agonizingly slowly and (YN) knew exactly why. She had finished her papers for university and was spending the majority of her days looking forward to seeing Ben again. It was frustrating and resembled waiting for Christmas. The more she anticipated his return the longer it was in coming. (YN) tried distracting herself with getting acquainted with her new phone and downloading all sorts of apps. The first time she logged on to her Instagram account she was surprised by the amount of followers she had gained out of nowhere. She hadn't posted in a while and she didn't recognize any of the profiles that had started to follow her. It wasn't until (YN) read the comments they had left on her latest photo that she realized Henry was the reason for her sudden popularity. Some girls had tagged their friends in the comments, adding phrases like, "Henry followed," or "Check out Henry's new girlfriend." Her sudden popularity was weird but since she hadn't received any hate yet, she decided against making her account private.

The days away from her mother had done her good and she had to make sure to thank Ben properly as soon as he would get back. They hadn't been in touch all that much—a few flirty text messages here and there, but that had been it so far. In fact, (YN) hadn't heard from him in a couple of days. She knew he would be on set a lot and didn't want to annoy him. Besides, they were nothing but friends with benefits.

"More like strangers with benefits," she muttered to herself while making breakfast one morning. She had turned on the radio in the kitchen to drown the silence that had started to bother her. A song caught her attention while she stood in front of the stove, flipping pancakes with a spatula. (YN) sang along, barely noticing what she ways singing.

I will be your father figure, put your tiny hand in mine, I will be your preacher teacher, anything you have in mind.

That song unmistakably referred to a person lusting after someone significantly younger. (YN) asked Siri for the title and added it to her library before sending Ben a screenshot, telling him the lyrics reminded her of him. George Michael had released that single in 1987 and she wondered whether Ben knew it. When her phone vibrated while she was outside on the porch reading a book later in the afternoon, she got her answer.

Is this your way of telling me you want to call me daddy from now on?

That thought had not crossed (YN)'s mind and she had not expected him to make that assumption.

Is that something you're into?

All she had received for an answer was a smirking emoji...

On the fourth Friday without Ben, (YN) was lounging on the couch in the living room and lazily zapped through the channels, trying to find something to watch, but nothing seemed to appeal to her—nothing, until she came across Gone Girl. That one she had seen more than just once. It was her favorite. Probably because the movie was his most recent and he actually looked like his character. When the shower scene came on (YN) unintentionally pressed her legs together and just like she had done the first time she paused the film; not to stare at his naked body—which she missed terribly—but to take a picture of the screen to send it to Ben. This time, his reply came almost instantly and she laughed when she read it.

Did you just send me a dick pic? Of my own dick?

Resisting the urge to answer with a row of laughing emojis, (YN) typed in her reply, hoping he'd catch on so she didn't have to bluntly reveal her intention.

Sure did. Cause you never sent me one...

Ben's response popped up seconds later. Maybe she was lucky and he wasn't busy.

You never asked for one...

Maybe I'm asking now...

Instead of receiving another text from him, his name displayed on the screen. Since he was calling with FaceTime, (YN) hastily pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her upper body bare and exposed. She held her phone as far away from her face as she could and tapped Accept. Her eyes widened and she could feel heat rise to her cheeks. Ben was grinning at her; as was Henry, who stood right next to him. (YN) reflexively covered her boobs with her arm, even though they could only see her face since she had immediately brought the phone closer.