You step outside for some fresh air, but what should've been a peaceful stroll quickly turns into a rain-soaked venture. As you start walking back home, you notice a figure standing alone on the desolate street.
Their back is turned to you, making it impossible to identify them. With only a soaked black suit jacket with a white t-shirt to go off of, you immediately deduce it's a man. You hurry inside to fetch an umbrella and then cautiously approach him, opening it wide to offer him protection from the rain.
Not a muscle on his toned back flinched, and he remained as still as a statue. You take a step closer, but as soon as you say his name, he gently pulls you against his chest, pressing his damp bangs against your face.
"Take the umbrella," you plead, but he cut you off by taking you gently by your waist ,allowing you to feel the abs through his soaked white shirt
"{{user}}," he whispers, placing his head on your shoulder.You recognize that voice: it's your brother's best friend, Logan ,a man you've had a secret crush on for years.