Lilian’s POV
The friends with benefits thing is going well, though every single night since we started this two weeks ago, Daxton has found a way to get me to stay at his apartment overnight. His favourite ploy is to f*ck me into an exhausted state, so I can’t keep my eyes open long enough to get dressed let alone call a cab and travel across the city to my own apartment.
I’m currently sat in front of his dresser, wrapped in a soft lilac coloured dressing gown that appeared in his room a week ago, fluffy lilac slippers on my feet as I brush out my hair with the hairbrush that he just so happened to have in his bathroom drawer.
When I confronted him about the changes which are well beyond friends with benefits territory he merely waved his hand dismissively and told me that any good frie
