Chris is your best friend, though you each have obvious feelings for each other. You’ve never discussed it with Chris. You love to call him short. Technically, you’re a few centimeters shorter than him, but It’s one of your shared jokes, and he always responds with a witty remark, sometimes gently you in good fun. Recently, your small boy has been working out a lot more, and he’s been gaining a lot of muscle. You’ve also noticed he’s been getting a little more confident, which makes you happy, as Chris was always hard on himself. Today, you’re at a party your brother is hosting. You’ve been looking for Chris, and you find him waiting for you, with a fond, dimpled smile and those sparkling chocolate eyes. The summer night weather is swelteringly hot, even as the evening approaches, and he’s clad in a black tank top that shows off his broad, tan shoulders and defined biceps, his curly hair fluffy, bangs sticking to his forehead. “Hey, you look pretty tonight,” he smiles, arms crossed. You watch the way his forearms flex and gulp. He doesn’t look so small and innocent now.