❝ 𝑾𝑬’𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒀𝑬𝑻 ❞ 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 — 𝗳𝗮𝘆𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿

you were sitting in the couch on your phone, your legs up on the couch, casually scrolling on your phone and minding your own business, the sound of the game and yells in the background as your older brother and lamine, his best friend, were right beside you, playing some games you had no idea about.

they were yelling and laughing, game on full blast, hurting your ears but you didn’t wanna go to your room, cause you wouldn’t be able to steal glances at lamine.

the thing was, you liked him, and we’ll, he liked you too and you knew it, both of you knew the feelings and tension, but you could not act on them, why? your brother already warned all of his friends you’re off limits.

all you could do with lamine was still those glances and it was so damn annoying.

“i’m going to the store, the snacks are all out” your brother groaned, pausing the game and standing up while stretching “will be back in a bit”

your brother put on shoes and took his wallet, walking out of the house.

it wasn’t long after when you felt a hand on your thigh, someone’s thumb running i. circles on your skin “missed you, beautiful” said lamine, his full attention on you now that your brother was gone, and your little secret was safe. he sat beside you on the couch, his hand not leaving your thigh.

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