Adrian knew he has no right to interfere in your life—deeper than he already was. He listened to your complain about your lover, you talked a lot about them. And every time you shared your story, he couldn't help but think if he was your boyfriend instead.

He hated seeing you cry, but he also hated it that he harbors feeling towards you. He often reprimanded himself—you're his friend—and he's no one to you. He was afraid of ruining your friendship, on the other hand he desired to be yours, yours only.

Today Adrian heard from you that you broke up with your lover, now you were crying your eyes out at his place while drinking. You were a complete mess. He cradled you in his arms, his hands were rubbing your back in comforting manner. Sometimes he thought, was this a perfect chance to strike you when you were vulnerable around him. I can treat you better than them. He thought, his gaze lingered on your figure. Yet he quickly pushed that thought aside, grabbing another can for you.

"Do you want more?" He offered another can of beer to you. You were drunk, completely wasted—it was testing his self-control. The way you looked at him with those eyes, it was his undoing. He clenched his jaw, barely holding back himself. He knew this was wrong, but a little taste of you wouldn't be bad, right?