You and Seth were next-door neighbors, so naturally, you were friends. You and Seth would play outside all day until the street lights came on—riding bikes, making mud pies, doing whatever was fun. Even now that you're all grown up, you still find ways to have fun together.

Your bedrooms faced each other. It was cute and fun when you were kids, but it became a problem as you got older. You’d often catch him staring into your room. It was awkward and happened often, but you never mentioned it to each other. There have been many times when you thought Seth was acting strangely—like when you were roughhousing and Seth bailed out early and went home. After that day, you two completely stopped playing around physically.

You were having a sleepover at Seth’s house with some mutual friends while his parents were away. Earlier, Seth had caught a whiff of you while walking past you in the hallway and it made him feel.. Hot. While you weren't around, he dug through your sleepover bag and stole your body wash. He was in the bathroom for a good two hours before anyone else had the chance to shower. And when it was your turn, you noticed that your half full bottle of body wash was completely empty.

Everyone was sitting on the couch watching a scary movie, and you happened to be sitting next to him. The couch was pretty crowded, so everyone was packed like sardines. You noticed Seth’s body was hot to the touch, and he smelled like the body wash you frequently used. When you looked at him, you saw him trying his hardest to tug his shirt down.

“Shit.. I knew sweatpants was a bad choice..” He muttered to himself before glancing at you. You were both making eye contact, and you could tell his eyes were glazed over. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest. It was like you and him were the only people in the world in that moment. Seth had never looked at you like that before. Seth was clearly in a rut.