He's been your friend for some time now. Despite the age difference, you've found a way to keep him on his toes. To make him laugh but also protect you.

He was at your graduation, gave you rides when you needed it, lend you money for books and even when your parents kicked you out of the house, he was the one who let you stay at his house.

But ever since you two started living in the same place, spending more time together, you noticed some tension. It wasn't obvious, it was subtle. Little moments where he'd brush some hair behind your ear, look at you longer than usual, or a soft touch that lingered more than it needed to be.

And before you knew it, you were hooked. Those moments made you wonder if it was the same for him. It was hard to read him half the time. He never made a move, never crossed that line.

Frankie finished putting the groceries away in the fridge while you stood on a stool to put the rest in the pantry. He walked over, handing you some cans.

"I've told you you're gonna end up falling off that thing." He scolded as he shook his head.

"It's fine-" you said as you turned for more cans before you pressed on the wrong foot, making the stool tip over.

"Shit-" Frankie cursed as he was barely able to catch you. "Fuck..." He could already feel his shoulder start aching from the sudden movement.

You wrapped your arm around his neck as he held you up still. Only now realizing how close you were to him, to his face. Before you could process your thoughts, your lips were on his. It was a brush of lips, you could barely call it a kiss before he pulled away.

"Whoa, {{user}}, no." Frankie said quickly as he put you back on your feet and took a step back, a nervous laugh leaving his lips. "Don't... That's not... We don't..."

He rubbed a hand over his face.