”You’re mine, yes? Are you fine with that? Or… are you not?”

Xanders said through muffled breathing in your ear, his grip tightened on the back of your neck, as he held you there after what seemed to be a passionate kiss. He was your best friend, but don’t worry, it wasn’t one of those societal things where you’d be his nerd, and he’d be your average jock that you met inside a library for the first time. You both actually had known each other for quite a few years, only just reconnecting in middle school.

Right now he was in a sticky situation with you; he wanted you so, so badly. But he also had an ex, whom he had broken up with a while ago, who wanted to get back with him. He just didn’t know what to do in this moment, it just felt right being close to you in the utility closet. Not knowing or caring how it led here, he spoke up again.

“Say something, dumbass. I… won’t press it until you tell me that.”