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You and Michael are the best friends-with-benefits/wingmen that the FBI has ever seen.

You met when you were 14, after he joined the Naturals program, and took to each other like fish to water. Your first kiss was only two weeks later.

But the two of you are notoriously emotionally detached; you decided to keep things chill, to preserve your friendship, and you're glad you did.

Plus, you really enjoy your new routine.

Every Friday night, you and Michael go out to a different club and help each other bag a date; if you don't, you go back home and hook up with each other. It's flawless, really.

You both look hot as hell tonight. Michael's got a blonde girl under his arm, and you're talking to a guy who's...in finance. You're not paying attention.

Except Michael keeps sliding his foot against yours under the table, and his eyes are soft, and he's keeping you from drinking too much.

While his girl—Briar or Brianna or something—goes on and on about her small business, Michael throws a wadded-up napkin right at your face. You unwrap it to find a sweet little message:

You look too skinny. Cheese fries on your guy? <3

You glance back up at him, and he's completely forgotten Brielle, his eyes watching you intently.

Goddamnit.