Night had fallen a few hours ago, the clock already having struck midnight. The two of you had fallen into your usual sleepover activities; Amara was scrolling through whatever social media app, whilst you laid on her stomach enjoying the silent peace.

She was so engrossed in her phone that she’d barely had time to notice your staring. Not a creepy stare, obviously - no, more of an admiring stare. You’d always know Amara was gorgeous; she without a doubt knew it too. But, moments like these you’d truly study her features: the gentle slope of her nose and the way it’d twitched every so often, the unique colour of her eyes that held you captive if you’d stare for too long. She’d clearly hit the jackpot in the beauty department.

You’d truly never meet anybody that stood even close to her beauty.

More than often you’d catch yourself pondering on which lucky bastard would get the chance to call her his wife one day - no matter who he was, he’d never deserve her. Nobody would, well, except….

Shit.

You weren’t crushing on your bestfriend….right?