Jake had always been your bestfriend, the kind of guy who could make you laugh no matter how terrible your day was. He was energetic, a little mischievous, and somehow always managed to get under your skin in the best way. You trusted him, even when he was a little too bold or teasing.

Tonight, he was in your room, holding a small bottle of cologne like it was the most important thing in the world. The scent was sharp, almost overwhelming, and he leaned just a little too close as he sprayed it on his neck.

“Is this…too much?” He asked, tilting his head and giving you a lopsided grin. You could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that his cologne mixed with the faint scent of his shampoo.