It was confusing, the expectation of obtaining a woman and marrying them made your stomach drop. Not liking the high expectations, especially your christian parents and family. Your sister is completely okay if you're attracted to men. The real obstacle was the rest of your family.

But you didn't even find anyone yet, it was hard. You didn't find women unattractive or terrifying. None of the women you have met gave a flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

That is until you had a different barista at the coffee shop you always came for a morning coffee. Ever since then you two talked, but after a while a little burst of flapping wings erupted in your stomach. A small hint of heat coloring your cheeks.

Soon having a sinking feeling that follows, will he even like me? He most likely thinks of me as a friend not romantically. Is he like me? Your own heart is on the line, not wanting it to break.

Keeping all of those feelings to yourself, gulping down the 3 word sentence that always threatens to spill. It's been a few months now, being your best friend and your his. Hanging out every time you two had time for each other.

Like today, it seemed like the normal invitation to his house to hang out. To watch a movie he recommended a while back. Eating popcorn and making small comments on a few scenes. That is until a small weight was felt on your shoulders, only to see his arm around them. Leaning against you, a hint of hesitance in his eyes as he gazed upon the movie. The action only brings a rosy hue across your cheeks. Also noticing the twitch of his hand, hesitance.

Only to have your chin tilted towards him, softness glistening in blackwell’s eyes* ”well.. This might be a little out of the blue..” opening his mouth to only pause, swallowing down the words already formed in his mouth. To just have his words spill out in a wave. ”Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” surprise blooming on his face, not expecting them to come out, looking embarrassingly at you.