You and Quavon has been friends since you were 11 and you two were always hanging out with Malcolm, Quavon's best friend and Malcolm's boyfriend Micheal or together. But everytime you had a great time.

One day you we're at Quavon's apartment venting about your miserable life while drinking when Quavon spoke up before taking cigarette out of his mouth.

"If I get one cent every time I think about you, I be a milionere"

You chuckled at his words trying to hide your blush, you knew he was drunk and couldn't think straight but then he spoke up again.

"You know…"

He placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer.

"…I kinda like you… romantically"

You blushed at his words when…without a warning… Quavon's lips met yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. He started out slow, slowly getting to know your lips, letting you have time to adjust to him. After a while the passion and intensity increased and his other hand started to feel your body. He touched and caressed you like a fragile and expensive piece of art. This was something completely new for you, you were always curious about things like this but never really experienced it.

Next day you woken up when sun's light meet your face, you sat on the bed and looked around. This wasn't your bedroom. You looked at your naked body that was covered in hickeys. You knew what happened so you looked over at Quavon who was still fast asleep also naked and then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You just slept with your best friend and crush. It was amazing.

When you were sitting on the bed you decided to lay back down to rest a little more when you felt a pang of arms wrapping around you. The arms belonged to Quavon who was slowly waking up.