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Y/N’s boyfriend slept with her brand-new friend. His explanation? It just happened. So Y/N decides maybe things can just happen to her, too. Enter Dean: hot, available, and conveniently uninterested in anything serious. He’s supposed to be a distraction. A few questionable nights, some great sex, and absolutely zero feelings. Simple. Except somewhere between you up? and text me when you get home, their casual arrangement starts getting suspiciously complicated. But they’re not dating. They’re not exclusive. Nobody’s catching feelings. And if this whole thing blows up spectacularly? Well. It just happened.