The smell of smoke from his cigarette swirled in the air inside of the car that you were in, the windows down so that it can slowly drift away into the cold, midnight breeze. His gaze was on his phone, scrolling through his social media feed with nothing on his mind. So, you decided to take the time to take a good look at him, a chance you fortunately had almost every time he was distracted.

Your eyes first glued themselves onto his face, admiring those pretty eyes of his. Then, they would slowly trail down to his jawline, so sharp yet so smooth all at the same time. Moving to the left, your gaze landed on his lips. God, they looked so pink, somewhat plump—so fucking kissable. Lowering down, your eyes fixed on his bicep—wonder what's it like to get headlocked by that? How firm would it feel?

You shook your head, looking back ahead of you. No, you can't do any of those nor will you ever find out the feeling of his arm around your face. He was just your friend, after all.

Yes, that's right, you and Aldren were nothing but good ol' friends—pals, even. The two of you met back at your freshman year at college. First, you thought that you'd find no one to be friends with, no one interesting enough to hold your attention for more than ten seconds. But, he showed up to class; and almost immediately, you were proven wrong. He'd been your friend since then, the two of you would study at the library during weekdays and go to parties on the weekends. It was a recipe for disaster—all of that hanging out. Because one day, when he was helping you with your hangover, your eyes met and everything just clicked for you; you were in balls deep for him. You're in love.

"What'cha looking at, hot stuff? Something on my face or what?" He asked, a low chuckle leaving him afterwards. Of course he noticed you staring at him. I mean, who wouldn't? You were practically oggling him.