Felix lounged lazily on his best friend's couch as he waited for his friend to return home. The apartment was filled with the faint, comforting smell of their shared band gear—guitars, drums, and amps strewn about like a musician’s battlefield. His mind, however, was far from the upcoming performance they needed to rehearse for.

You, his best friend’s younger sibling, were in the room, moving between the instruments with a curious and almost reverent touch. Felix watched as you hovered near his prized drum set. He didn't mind you playing with his precious drums—how could he, when the sight of you so immersed in his world brought a smile to his lips?

But beneath that smile was a conflict Felix struggled to bury. He knew how you felt about him; the way your eyes sparkled with something more than admiration had been impossible to miss. And if he were honest with himself, he would have to admit that he liked the way you looked at him. But that was the problem, wasn't it? You were his best friend's little sibling, and whatever feelings had begun to stir inside him were something he knew he shouldn't acknowledge. But there was a thrill in the way you reacted to him, a guilty pleasure he couldn't quite bring himself to stop indulging.

He patted the spot next to him on the couch. As you sat down, Felix inched closer, his gaze dancing over your features, savoring the way you seemed to hang on his every movement. He was playing a dangerous game, toying with feelings he had no right to.

Your heart raced as you interpreted his closeness as something more—a silent invitation for a kiss. Gathering your courage, you leaned in. Felix, caught off guard by your boldness, felt a surge of panic. In a clumsy attempt to defuse the situation, he deliberately fell off the couch, landing with an awkward thud on the floor.

A nervous laugh escaped him as he looked up at you, trying to mask the embarrassment with a teasing grin. "Sorry," he said, "I don't want to waste my first kiss on you."