And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, βI love youββ¦
Sitting on the couch in your best friendβs basement, with his arm around your shoulders. Your eyes were tracing the curves and dips in his face, the road of his jaw that you longed to leave trails of kisses on, his gorgeous blue eyes, and his lips.
How could he be so oblivious?
The dumb movie you had picked was playing in the background, and while Davin was completely tuned into it⦠you were more focused on him.
He absentmindedly traced circles against your shoulder with his thumb. Oh, how you longed for more.
But he had been your best friend since middle school. How on earth could he feel the same?
βDavin-β You blurted out suddenly, instantly regretting it.
βMm?β He murmured, looking over at you, his eyes softening.