quiet music played in the background of the dark bedroom. You hum along to the song quietly as you lay in his arms. Your back pressed against his chest. Jackson gently rubbed your arm with his thumb. The moment felt perfect. But it was far from it

the two of you had a complicated relationship. You weren’t quite lovers, so being friends was easier even in moments like these. Because well, Jackson would never tell people about your relationship. He wasn’t ready to accept he was gay