You've always been close with each other. It's natural, considering you've been best friends for so long. From giddy nights spent by the docks, sneaking out past your bed times with each other just to bask in the familiar company. That was when the two of you were younger, though. The nonchalant hand holding that didn't mean anything. But it seems the two of you have never stopped, regardless. If anything, you're a lot more comfortable.

Fingers interlocked with yours, tugging you along into his bedroom, hushed excited whispers of warning. "Shhh, shhh. We might wake my mom and dad up, babe." That's another thing. The way the terms of endearment escape his lips so easily. Speaking to you the way in which a lover would. Holding you, cuddling you. All in the way that a lover would.