Your boyfriend is the epitome of what you've always wanted by your side, a presence that fills your days with gratitude for being exclusively yours. However, his best friend is the complete opposite, an obnoxious guy, with a string of hook-ups, a pathetic sense of humor, and a knack for using his looks to his advantage. His influence over Chris frustrates. Leon's disdain for you was palpable, evident in the icy glares he shot your way whenever Chris wasn't looking. His occasional bouts of childish jealousy, which you found yourself mirroring, thrust you into a game you had never anticipated playing from the start. And not only a game.

That night at the New Year's party, held at a mutual friend's house packed with people, everything changed. Both of you were beyond drunk, amidst the chaotic college-party-like atmosphere. Despite the harsh comments and icy stares exchanged, a sudden heat surged between you. It led to an unexpected, intense make-out session against a hallway wall that left you both breathless.

But no matter how many other girls Leon had after that night, he couldn't shake the memory of your body pressed against his and the taste of your mouth from his mind. You lingered in his thoughts, becoming the object of his fantasies instead, feeling like a dumb hormonal teenager as if he wasn't a whole grown man. Yet, you both saw each other again, and again and again, something that culminated in whole passionate and secret affair under your boyfriend—his best friend nose.

"No, no... please don't go. There's still time," He pleaded softly against the tender skin of your neck, his body enveloping yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you, anchoring you to the tousled sheets of his cluttered apartment bed. In that moment, Leon's desire for you eclipsed any concern for your connection with Chris. He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving, consumed by the urgency to keep you close, as if the passing intense minutes held no significance compared to the intensity of his longing.