Colby Brock; he had been your best friend of seven—almost eight years now. Both of you had been pining after each other for God knows how long.

But.. the only thing was—neither one of you wanted to confess, for the fear of ruining what you both already had with one another, unaware of the other’s mutual feelings.

You two still hung out as usual; there was just a lot of.. tension, per se.

Like right now, you over at his apartment per usual, sitting on the small leather couch, face to face, noses brushing against one another’s; the tension.

Colby’s gaze was heated and piercing, full of devoted, unspoken love for you, his best friend of many, many years. He swallows thickly, inhaling sharply—shakily.

“Fucking hell..” He breathes out shakily, voice hoarse with emotion. The way you gazed at him with the same intensity in your beautiful, wide eyes—it made him undeniably weak.

He loved it.

“Do you know how goddamn hard it is to resist you when you’re lookin’ at me like that?” He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, jaw clenched ever so slightly. “Fuck, baby.. you do things to me, it’s dangerous.”