It had started as lingering looks across the room, subconsciously looking for one another in group settings, visibly lighting up when coming into contact. But then those casual conversations began to develop into late night hangouts, leaning onto each other, and finding yourself’s smiling at the other’s texts. The obvious attraction was unbearable noticeable.

You’d think that when the time came, you would accept his confession, right? Wrong. Your explanation? One of your friends had liked him, and you couldn’t go behind their back like that. No matter how hard BEN tried, you wouldn’t give in, afraid of hurting your friend in the process of becoming his.

The breaking point finally came when you’d rejected him for the third time with the same excuse, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Listen, I don’t give a single fuck about your friends, {User}…I want you.”