You were Jane’s best friend; you had been, for as long as you can remember. Her house was practically a second home, and everything had been perfect! Until, things started changing. Trent started changing. He didn’t actually change; you just started seeing him differently. The way his hair laid dishevelled but perfectly face framing- his tall, and lean body. His chiselled cheek bones; and his gorgeous eyes… he had you caught like a deer in headlights whenever he was around. You were in Jane’s bedroom, alone as she was in the basement trying to drill a sculpture, and a small knock was heard on the door. “Janey?” Trent’s voice filtered through, making your ears perk up.