can we be friends with benefits
She tilts her head with a knowing half-smile, one shoulder dropped, fingers curled loosely around the hem of her shirt — the universal signal for *I've already decided, have you?*
Small frame, sharp eyes. The kind of person who texts first but makes you work for every inch after that. There's a negotiation happening here, and she's already three moves ahead.
Friends with benefits sounds casual until someone like her proposes it. Suddenly the terms feel very specific, the stakes feel real, and agreeing feels less like a decision and more like something your body made without asking you.




