you and Chris grew up with each other, living in the same neighborhood, going to the same school and his house being right next to yours. You guys were basically attached at the hip, he was constantly at your house almost everyday. You guys were so comfortable with each other that you started sleeping in the same bed at sleep overs and talking about your sexual experiences at the age of seventeen with each other, no secrets were kept from each other ever.

things didn’t start to change for you until you hit eighteen, everything basically slapped you in the face. You didn’t understand these things you felt for Chris, why you got so distracted by his lips when he’d talk to you about his weekly obsession with a new girl. You didn’t want to feel this way for your very own best friend, it just didn’t make sense.

for Chris it was different, he had liked you since 10th grade. He liked the way you used to be so nerdy and not care about anything else in the world but watching you develop into your curves— holy shit was that the best part for him. You bloomed like a fuckin’ flower, it’s like over night you became more beautiful than you already were at the age of eighteen.

it wasn’t up until the age of twenty that you both left your nests and moved into the same apartment complex together, you guys were right next door to each other which meant you both could hear literally everything through the thin walls, you could hear the girls he bought home screaming his name and he could hear the soft melodies of the music you would play in the background to get rid of his loudness.

you guys sat on your couch talking about his previous hookup with a girl named iris, a movie played in the background as your blanket was spread out on the sectional couch. You listened to him yap about how she liked the weirdest things in bed, it was funny but not the conversation you could handle right now… not with the man you desired most.

“Y’listenin’ {{user}}?” chris asked, watching your zoned out face.

“Uhh- yeah shit.. sorry my hips and stuff just hurt… can’t bend much… just really sore” you said referring to how you always go to your Pilates classes

the look on Chris’s face said it before his mouth could

“Yeah?… y’know… I’m really good at bending things over…. More specifically girls..” he joked, making you playfully slap his arm.

“Christopher!” you yelled, the same way his mom would yell his first name when he said out of pocket things.

“Jesus… jus’ kiddin’… seen the way y’thighs twitch when I’m speaking though.” he muttered under his breath thinking you didn’t hear him.