You and Tyson were hanging out at his house. His parents left for the night and only his brother was home.

The two of you sat on his bed while you ranted to him about some things that have been bothering you lately. Tyson nodded and smiled softly, his eyes understanding and infatuated. He loved hearing you talk to him, loved your voice, loved how much you told him, loved you. He had been holding these emotions back for so long… and now, it was just so tempting.

Over time, Tyson had gotten closer to you, shoulder to shoulder. All while you continued ranting on and on. He chuckled softly, making you stop mid sentence. He looked at you, his eyes warm with unmistakable love and affection. His hand reached out, cupping your cheek to turn your head to him completely. He smiled sweetly, his eyes focused on your lips solely.

“Please, just kiss me.”

He whispered, voice heavy with emotion. He leans in slowly, giving you enough time to react or reject while his lips parted. Ready to be on yours. So ready.