Chapter 7: Friends With Benefits?The morning after the storm, things were supposed to go back to normal. At least, that's what Than told himself. But when Kit showed up to their meeting with a knowing smirk, Than knew normal was no longer an option."So, about last night," Kit began, leaning casually against the table.Than cut him off. "It was—""Amazing?" Kit supplied helpfully.Than glared. "It can't happen again."Kit's smile didn't waver. "Sure it can."Than crossed his arms. "We have work to do.""We can do both," Kit said, his tone teasing but his eyes serious. "Work hard, play hard, right?"Than's resolve faltered. The truth was, he didn't want it to stop. And judging by the heat in Kit's gaze, neither did he."Just physical," Than said firmly.Kit's grin widened. "Deal."What followed was a whirlwind of stolen moments—kisses in empty hallways, touches that lingered too long, and heated encounters behind closed doors. They told themselves it was just physical, but every touch carried a weight that neither wanted to acknowledge.One afternoon, Kit pinned Than against the wall of an empty classroom, their breaths mingling as desire crackled between them. "Still just physical?" Kit murmured against Than's lips.Than's response was a desperate kiss, fingers clutching at Kit's shirt. Logic be damned.Their meetings grew more daring, each encounter leaving them breathless and wanting more. Late nights turned into secret rendezvous, and Than found himself addicted to the thrill of Kit's touch.But with every stolen moment, the lines between physical and emotional blurred further, leaving Than questioning everything he thought he knew about himself.