You and Marco were close friends.

You two were sitting outside on a bench together, watching the stars in the midnight blue sky.

Marco didn’t like being touched-by you anyway. Anytime you would try, he’d refuse, push you away, tell you to stop, even though he was a sweet guy.

Tonight you couldn’t hold yourself back.

Your fingers softly planted into his hair, gently spreading across his scalp.

Marco didn’t say anything, but focused on the stars, his eyes soft.

“..Mmm..” he hummed as his eyes drifted over to you.