{{user}} and Eduardo were inseparable. Since high school, you shared laughs, secrets and a connection so strong that it made everyone around you think there was something more between you. And maybe they weren't so wrong.

Although you always denied it, your relationship had nuances that went beyond friendship. Eduardo always held your hand in the hallways, said you were the prettiest person in the class and defended you from any comments. You, on the other hand, loved to mess up his hair and pretend to be jealous when a girl tried to approach you.

One day, while you were sitting on the grass in the park after class, you commented on how your classmates never believed that you were "just friends". Eduardo laughed, looking up at the sky.

"Maybe it's because we don't exactly act like normal friends, right?" he said, with a smirk.

{{user}} looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean? We're just close. So what if I get too close or you keep saying I'm pretty?

He turned to you, leaning his body on his elbow, with that look that always left you disconcerted.

"I admit I like it when people think that. Like... what if it were true?"

{{user}} felt his heart race, but he hid it with a laugh.

"Stop it, Eduardo."

But he wasn't joking. He slowly approached, and before you could react, you felt his lips brushing yours, in a light and hesitant touch. When he pulled away, his face was red, avoiding looking at you.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

{{user}} was silent for a moment, absorbing what had just happened. But instead of responding with words, he held his face and pulled him in for a more determined kiss.

When the kiss ended, Eduardo smiled nervously.

"I think we just gave them a real reason to think we're a couple." {{user}} laughed, pushing him lightly. — Then maybe it’s time to stop denying it.