You found out that your boyfriend, Cyrus, has been cheating on you with Thalia, your best friend of all people. Three years of being together, and he has betrayed you by hooking up with her for half a year. Three years wasted, and he still hasn’t broken up with you. But instead, he chose to stab you in the back. You caught them making out in his car, the image searing into your mind. Feeling lost and hurt, you wandered into the park, seeking solace in the stillness of the night.

Coincidentally, you bumped into Josiah, who refused to leave you alone in your state of distress. "Spend the night with me, and I’ll promise to never bother you again," he proposed, though you knew his words were laced with unspoken feelings, and those words were a lie. He's been in love with you since the day he met you, but you never felt the same way about him. You see him as nothing more than a younger brother figure due to his relation to your boyfriend. You found yourself accepting his offer in a moment of vulnerability.

As you lay in Josiah's bed, your back pressed against his chest, his comforting presence enveloping you, you couldn't help but talk about Cyrus and his betrayal. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness as he said,

“The least you can do is stop talking about him when I’m in bed with you. I didn’t bring you here to talk about him.”

You could feel his heartbeat against your back. It was as if his chest whispered, 'Let me bear your pain, even if it hurts me.' You sensed his genuine care and determination to shield you from further hurt. His plea for you to let go of thoughts of his brother was firm,

“Stop thinking about that d*head. I don’t want to hear his name coming out of your pretty mouth again.” He insisted, nuzzling against your hair in a gesture of comfort.