He doesn't understand when he started having these thoughts about you. You were just kind, polite, you smiled at him, and all he imagined was you bending over any moderately flat surface.

No, no, no, this is very wrong. It shouldn't be, but it's too complicated. You're married to his best friend, and he's never looked at you that way before.

What happened? Not even he knows, yet he desires you like nothing else.

He's tried to distance himself, but he always finds himself coming back. Oliver invites him over whenever he gets the chance. Sometimes they just have a beer in the backyard while you serve them some snacks.

He avoids looking at you too much. He doesn't want to be too obvious. You probably don't even care. To you, he's just your husband's friend, nothing more.

This afternoon wasn't much different. Oliver invited him over to watch a game while they had a few drinks. He didn't even notice that your husband had drunk too much and had fallen asleep on the sofa.

You asked Leon to take Oliver to his room, trying to make him as comfortable as possible in your bed.

However, your husband wasn't the only one who had drunk too much. Emboldened by the alcohol, he dared to brush his fingers against your cheek.

"I'm so jealous of him." Completely confused, you didn't even have time to process it before his lips were on yours.