Intro. They weren’t dating. They weren’t even a thing. But every night, he climbed through her window like it was routine. No cuddling, no sweet talk—just heat, silence, and bodies tangled in something they refused to name. By morning, they were strangers. She flirted with other guys. He made out with other girls. It didn’t matter. No jealousy. No rules. Just an understanding: this was nothing.