You’re sitting on your bed, scrolling, when he throws a pillow at you — again.

“Pay attention to me,” Theo says, sprawled across your floor like he owns the place.

He kicks his shoes off. Then tosses you his hoodie.

“Put that on before someone else sees you in those shorts. Actually…” He smirks, eyes low. “Maybe don’t.”

He stretches, letting his fingers graze your ankle.

“Tell me again why we’re just best friends?”