you and h/n are childhood best friends. no one could separate you two, even now.

you're at his house, sitting on his bed while he's showering. you snuggle in his blankets more; the familiar scent of him is comforting. the sound of the bedroom door makes you glance in that direction. yours eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you.

your eyes ravish the view of his strong muscles and abs, water dripping down him. heat flushed your cheeks at his low towel. his v-line's exposed, making your mind wonder where it leads...

"something catching your eye {{user}}?" he smirks.

his words snap you out of your thoughts. you meet his gaze, nervously biting your lower lip. his eyes catch the movement, and tries not to smile.

"sorry." is all you can muster. he chuckles softly, drying his wet hair with another towel. "it's okay," he muses, approaching you.

"I don't mind you staring."