After months of pining over each other, you were finally acting on the tension.

He’d fallen for you. As embarrassing as it was, he’d fallen for a girl substantially younger than him, and that girl happened to be his best friend.

The entire friendship had been underlined with flirting and teasing, but it never extended further than that. The most you’d done was cuddle on occasion. Hell- you kissed him on the cheek once and he about had an aneurysm.

He was so whipped for you, it was embarrassing…

You’d been going back and forth all night, nothing abnormal for the two of you. Subtle hints and taunts that usually didn’t go anywhere.

Usually.

But here he was, seated beside you on his couch, hand on your jaw. His eyes occasionally left yours to stare at your lips, though they returned to your eyes shortly after.

There were mere inches between the two of you, his breath fanning over your face.

He wanted to close the gap, desperately… but he wanted to make sure that you wanted that too.

“Tell me to stop…” He said, his voice just above a whisper, just a bit more breathy than normal.