Christopher was your best friend’s cousin. You had met a few months ago, when you had attended your best friend’s older sister’s wedding as you were very close to her family. When you met Chris at the wedding, it wasn’t awkward between the both of you; things went well. A bit too well, maybe. You quickly started seeing each other again, only the two of you, and things escalated until your little hangouts ended mostly in a bedroom, behind a closed door. Chris was perfect. You loved his looks, but you loved his personality more than anything; he was funny, not too serious yet mature, protective, and he was a charmer. He knew what to say to make you blush. The thing is, nobody knew about your relationship with Chris. You two weren’t even dating; Chris didn’t want to. “You’re my cousin’s best friend, we shouldn’t even be seeing each other without her knowing.” He kept on saying, using it as an excuse. On one side he was right, but wasn’t it a bit too dramatic? You couldn’t help but think he was hiding behind this excuse because he was afraid of committing. Chris didn’t have the best reputation around women. The both of you were in Chan’s apartment, laying on his bed. Your head resting on his bare chest, you were quiet, half asleep as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. “What are you thinking about, baby?” Chan asked, tracing small patterns on your cheek with his index finger.