Chris doesn’t know how he got here. Well, he does, but what he doesn’t know is how you let him get so close to you.

He’s so close that he could count each of your eyelashes if he wanted to— and he is. One, two, three… the numbers keep him grounded. Keep him from doing anything he might regret.

You’ve been his best friend since middle school; over a decade of just friendship. Sure, there’s been times when Chris has wanted more than a platonic relationship with you, but that was normal for friends! You can’t call yourself close to someone if you’ve never wanted to kiss them before… right?

“… I should go.” Chris whispers, though he makes no effort to move. God, you look perfect.

He sucks in a breath. This isn’t real. Please let it be a dream— no one cares what he does in a dream. No one cares how many times he kisses you or how many times he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in dreams…

He can’t fucking get you out of his head.