You and your boy best friend had always been close—comfortable with each other in a way that no one else understood. But tonight felt different.

You were sitting on the couch, chatting away about something silly, when his hand suddenly rested on your neck. You froze, feeling the warmth of his touch linger there.

He didn’t seem to notice the effect it had on you, continuing to watch you as you yapped on, his hand gently resting on your neck, almost as if it was his usual place.

Then he noticed and pulled his hand back, but you couldn’t ignore the sudden heat rising in your cheeks.

Trying to brush it off, you shifted, but then it happened again. His hand rested on your waist as he adjusted himself next to you. The closeness made your heart race, and the blush on your face deepened.

You shifted nervously, but before you could say anything, his hand slid down to your thigh, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You swallowed hard, feeling like your whole body was on fire. You couldn’t stop blushing, your face burning as he looked at you with that usual carefree grin.

“You okay?” he asked, a playful spark in his eyes.

You nodded, but couldn’t find the words. His hand on your thigh, so casually placed, made you feel both flustered and… something else.