He was never supposed to be your problem.

Your best friend talked about Jake constantly—their dream guy, their future boyfriend, the one person they swore they’d make theirs. You were supposed to be the supportive friend, the wingman, the one who helped make it happen.

But then came the stolen glances. The lingering touches. The way his gaze always seemed to find you in a crowded room.

And now, here you were.

"You avoid me like I’m dangerous." His voice was low, amused—like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Why?"

You shouldn’t have been here. You shouldn’t have let it get this far. But when he took a step closer, closing the space between you, you knew—this was already a problem.