"hey kid" Jamie yawns as you knock at the door of the Reynolds home, in your pajamas, keys in hand. This is a frequent arrangement now, when his parents leave, Connor texts and you drive to him. You have insomnia and your best friend is always eager to soothe you to sleep, maybe too eager.

Best friends feel like the wrong label for you and Connor, he's your boyfriend in all but name. Neither of you mentions it when he winds an arm around your waist in public or drops a kiss on your head when dropping you home. Still, you both feel the pull in your belly when you see each other.

As you walk past the living room to ascend the stairs you see Jamie's girlfriend, Nat Da Silva, on the couch. At least you're not the only one taking advantage of the parent-free house.