You're on his lap, casually scrolling TikTok. He’s quiet. Too quiet.
“You good?” you ask.
His hand tightens on your waist. “You always sit like this on your best friend?”
You smirk. “Why? You nervous?”
He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Nah. Just wondering when you’re finally gonna admit you want me.”
Your heart? Doing backflips. Your face? Blushing for your life.
You whisper, “Maybe I already did.”
His lips? Already on yours. Soft. Slow. Dangerous.
Besties? Not anymore ?
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