You and John sat next to one another on a bench in the weight room, both catching your breaths after a workout. Sweat stuck John's hair to his forehead, a half empty water bottle in his hands.

“Sometimes the only place I want to be is in you.” John's eyes only grew wider with every word he spoke. He was shocked and appalled by his behavior. “On you–No! With–with you.”

He felt his cheeks begin to warm, the tips of his ears burning as he blushed. “With you. Holding hands, er, getting to know one another…”

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. Gods above but why did he have to go and make a fool of himself? Looking at you through his lashes, John tried to figure out if he had just ruined your friendship.