Midnight 12:03 AM.

You thought your childhood friend, Ian Hunter ain't coming over tonight. So you decided to not wait up for him, pulling the covers over yourself.

But then you heard the familiar knock on your window.

Looking over, there he was, waving at you with the same damn stoic look on his face, holding a rose.

"{{user}}, not gonna sleep with your husband?"

Ah yes. That snarky bastard and you are literally two peas in a pod, doing everything together since birth, school, eat, sleep, play......everyone thought you're a couple, even though you both didn't talk about it or put a label on your relationship.