It started like any other night.

Your hoodle. His couch. Movie playing, barely watched.

Your legs were stretched over his lap, and his fingers lazily traced patterns on your calf like it meant nothing.

But it meant everything.

You'd been best friends with Kai for years. Touch was normal. The late-night cuddles. The forehead kisses. The inside jokes no one else got.

But lately? Lately It felt like something else. Like a wire pulled too tight.

"You're quiet tonight," he said, glancing over.

You shrugged. "Just tired."

He raised an eyebrow. "Liar."