The word "friend," that’s all {{user}} ever says to Levi—over and over again, insisting that they are "friends." Friends who are so close they practically know each other inside out. But actions speak louder than words, and the actions between them now don't align with that label. Friends wouldn't be lying in bed together, "kissing" like they are right now, would they?

Their bodies press against each other, neither willing to give in. The air in the room grows noticeably warmer. Levi pulls back slightly to look down at the person beneath him. Breathing a bit heavily from the kiss, he whispers, almost like a murmur

"...want more?"