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After we drop Grandma and Grandpa at their house that is 10 minutes away from Mom's, both of us stop by at a supermarket to stock up before the long weekend.

"Are you sad Kai's not home with you this weekend?" I ask him when we're waiting for the meat to be cut.

"A bit."

"Do you want a hug?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the third manliest guy on earth."

"You're full of shit," I hit his chest playfully before hugging him, to which he opens an arm to welcome me further into his embrace.

"I plan so many things for us this weekend,” he sounds so disappointed, “I even bought a ticket to the aquarium."

"Well we can still go. I like fish." I wiggle further into his arm as he laughs, "Yeah fish likes you too. You're such a wiggly worm," he grins before letting me go to take the wrapped meat on the counter.

I know how excited he is when it's his turn to spend time with Kai. But Lauren has been robbing his time with their only son twice this month. I don't know if she purposely did it but I know Lauren, she's a sensible woman, she'd do anything for the sake of their kid.

We come home just in time for bedtime. After we put everything in the fridge and pantry, we disperse into each other's bedroom.

Five years ago when I moved out of my then-fiance's house, Toffer offered his apartment until I could find a new place.

I was struggling with money and at the same time he was not using it since he was living with Lauren; they were still very much madly-in-love-with-each-other at that time so I ended up renting this awesome space since it's cheap, close to my office, and absolutely in the middle of everywhere.

But two years later he's back in one of the two bedrooms when they broke up for the I-don't-know-how-many-times-already time. As expected, they got back together merely two months after the messy break up, when they found out they're expecting.

They were together for a whole year then he's back in that room again. Guess it's the final break up because Lauren moved on with another guy three months later. She's still with him up to this day so I guess that's really their ‘final’ break up.

Seriously, they broke up so many times I got tired from just listening to his stories about what happened, to the point I knew whenever he told me “I broke up with Lauren last night”, I knew at that moment they would eventually make up again a few weeks later.

So when Lauren got together with the new boyfriend who is now her fiance, I finally realised, well, WE finally realised that there was no more hope in their relationship.

Thankfully, Toffer has moved on and started dating chicks eight months after Lauren moved in with William, the millionaire fiance. Her hot, super hot, super duper kuper truper hot millionaire fiance. Yums.

"Nina?"

"Yeah?" I pour some juice into a glass as a tall figure approaches me.

It's dark in the kitchen but there's still some light from the street outside so I can see his body, currently walking towards me only in his superman boxer.

"You can't sleep too?" He asks as he leans on the kitchen counter, watching me drink my apple juice.

"About to. Just finished watching N*****x."

"Oh?” He frowns, “Why didn't you ask me to watch it with you?"

"I thought you're sleeping." I shrug as I put the empty glass in the dishwasher.

"Well you could come and check on me."

"Meh, too lazy to do that."

"You can call me on the phone, text, yell, whatever you feel like," he follows me to my room while chattering away with the nonsense.

"Too lazy." I leave the door open when he keeps on tailing me.

"Can I sleep here tonight? I'm too sad to sleep alone." He pouts like a little boy as he closes the door.

"But YOU are the one who’ll be wearing the shirt tonight," I glare at his shirtless body when he has already climbed my bed.

"I thought you said it's more comfortable not to wear bra to bed?" I’m not sure if he’s deflecting from what I just asked him to do but he sure doesn't look like he's going to do as I ordered.

"This is a crop top, not a bra."

"Might as well wear a full top instead of a cropped one,” he puts his head on the pillow, getting comfortable.

"Wear a shirt if you want to sleep here." I repeat myself upon seeing him closing his eyes.

We've agreed whenever we sleep together, one of us must wear a full shirt since I hate skin contact. I sweat easily even during winter so there's only one solution; a piece of cloth between us.

"Toffer!" I kick him once I hear a fake snore.

"I'm too sleepy..."

"Don't bluff, a minute ago you said you couldn’t sleep!" I know him too well; he's just too lazy to go back to his room to get a shirt.

“Gooooo!” I kick him repeatedly as to annoy him until he finally groans in defeat, “Fine."

He leaves the bed then marches towards my closet, pulling out a drawer to retrieve a shirt.

"There, satisfied?" He asks once he puts it on and drags his feet back to bed.

"That's my shirt." I point it out bluntly, not quite settled eventhough his head has already hit the pillow, body laid flat next to me.

"It's MY shirt,” he rolls his eyes dramatically.

Yeah he bought it, and had it for a few years before I decided that it's mine so get the fact right, it's mine NOW.

As if he can read my mind, he waves the white flag and surrenders, "Fine, can I borrow OUR shirt?"

"Hihi yes." I grin and finally lie down, putting a pillow in between us to draw an obvious line as to remind him not to enter my area.

I like having my own space when I sleep, because I love surrounding myself with pillows. It feels like being hugged by cool, giant arms.

"I'm not sleepy yet,” he sighs before removing the pillow fort and lies right next to me, hand caressing my hair down to the end, clearly not going to sleep anytime soon.

Despite countless complaints, he always, always invade my space. Most of the time I just kick him right back to his side of the bed once he's asleep since he's too strong to fight with when he's awake.

I almost fell asleep when he keeps stroking my entire hair length until he suddenly calls me in a hush tone, “Nina…”

“Hmmm?”

"Do you want to play..?”

I keep quiet while his hand moves downward from the end of my hair straight to my butt, squeezing it a few times that I finally open my eyes.

"Wanna play?" He asks again, this time with a hopeful look.

"But I want to sleep. I'm tired."

"It's okay I'll just play on my own." He grins boyishly as I sigh. Both of us know there's no way I can just sleep while he plays.

"Can I?" He's already kneeling between my knees when he asks again.

I nod lazily as I close my eyes. I had a long day today; work from 7 to 5, dinner at Mom's, grocery shopping, and 3 episodes of Criminal Minds. Now I'm all drained out. I really, really want to sleep.

I can feel his cold hands touch the skin next to the waistband of my panties, which then he hooks his fingers on each side, peels them down to my feet before completely pulling it off. He gently spreads my legs apart then a second later I can feel his breath on my bare sex.

"Hmmmm..." I hum once I feel his tongue on me.

After a few licks, his fingers start to join his tongue as I willingly open my legs wider for better access.

"You taste so good," he compliments me once he slurps all my juices after making me come.

“I think your eat-clean diet works. You taste so good I think this is the best I've had so far,” he adds once he's back by my side.

“Didn’t lose weight but at least someone gets something out of it.”

He chuckles with his arm already wrapped around me, pushing me to snuggle into him.

"I'm too tired to do you." I confess while yawning.

"It's okay,” he whispers when I’ve parked my face at my favorite spot; his armpit. All while closing my eyes. I always sleep better after a satisfying release.

He might say it's okay but his little friend is still standing tall. He already has difficulty to sleep, I guess it's more difficult now with those blue balls dangling between his legs.

"You sure?" I ask while yawning again. I really need to sleep, I’m effing tired.

"Yeah,” he tightens his embrace and rests his nose in my hair.

He's always selfless when it comes to this. He doesn't mind if I don't go down on him, even if he always offer one whenever I'm stressed out. He's the best best-friend I could've asked for. Always giving, never asking for a return.

Suddenly I feel he shifts his body that a moment later wet kisses are dropped along my neck. I hum again for encouragement when he sucks the skin as his hand travels south. I thought he's done playing?

"One more," as if he knows me too well, he lets me know and keeps on kissing my neck. I nod, giving him consent.

Another wave of pleasure, now I'm totally awake from the way he edge me so bad that when I finally got my release, it seems like I’ve exploded into an absolute bliss of orgasm.

I know what he's trying to do.

"Okay come here."

He grins hearing those words. He's finally getting what he wants.

Yeah he doesn't always expect a return for these kinda favor but he sure knows how to persuade me into getting it.

I sit up as he takes off his boxer and kneels in front of me.

"Good God, you're the best, Nina." He grunts as he watches me, totally enjoying being given head.

No I didn't lie, I'm still a virgin. I just occasionally get into third base with my bestfriend slash roommate.

We all have needs afterall. That's what best friends are for, right?