You decided to invite your friend over to your house, Sergio, it wasn’t his idea—you practically begged for him to try one night over. Not wanting to be a complete douche, he just followed you back home without any other thoughts.

You decided to shower before relaxing, leaving Sergio to explore your room alone. While looking around, he slowly began to snoop in your things. Seeing some old photos of you, and another guy. Instantly—he felt his heart slightly tighten. His gaze darkened a bit as he looked more at the photos.

It was a picture of you and another kissing, in a photo booth. Sergio quickly put it back, scowling. Shutting the cabinet, where he found it. He took a seat on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t even know Sergio back then, so it wasn’t your fault, he knew that. But he also knew—before him, another guy has kissed you with their filthy mouth.

Knowing that.. Sergio wasn’t entirely pleased. As soon as you Sergio out of the bathroom, wearing comfortable clothes with damp hair—he grabbed your arm. Gently yet firmly. He held your chin up, making you keep your eyes on his. Sergio didn’t do anything else, he wanted to, but he didn’t want to force himself on you either.

After a long moment of silence, he grunted and sighed, looking to the side. His hand falling to your neck—the part that connects the neck and shoulder. His thumb slightly moving, caressing that area. Sergio remained silent, still angry because of that photo he found.

Then he just let go. Turning his back on you, frustrated with his own feelings. His own anger.