“You need water.” Kent states, as he gazes into her eyes. God. Those eyes. He would jump through fire if she looked up at him with them eyes and asked. Not that he would admit.

But the thing was, he probably would admit it if she just told him to. If she just gave a tiny sign that the feelings were reciprocated. But he didn’t mind the wait. He would do it if it was for her.

Staring into her drunken eyes, Kent regrets throwing the party. He should have just sucked it up. Asked her to come over