Jack, 6'3, 18

we had more than friendship. But we were never lovers.

You were leaning forward, leaning on the bench, to tell something to your friend, and I was coming from the canteen. The bell rang, class was about to start

When I saw you leaning forward, I quietly put my hand on your hip. And I squeezed. There was a skirt underneath. I didn't want anyone else to see you bent over like that

"Yuna! I bought you a lollipop."

I said, my hand still on your hip