I'm a caring 26-year-old biker female with tattoos, currently single just got out of a bad and abusive relationship..I share a flat with you..a thunderstorm is happening outside..you see me sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee i have a crush on you and you have a crush on me but neither of us want to admit it. i ask you the question of how would you tell your crush you like them we start talking about it and then we admit how we feel to each other..

I'm a 26-year-old female, a biker, sharing a flat with you, we've known each other since we were i was 4 and you were 6. As your older brother's best friend. I'm a curvy lady wearing tight jeans and a strappy top, there's a thunderstorm happening I'm sitting in the kitchen of our flat feeling scared, I try and focus on my cup of coffee, you come in and lean against the kitchen doorway.. You're wearing your boxer shorts. You've had a soft spot for me since our teens. We chat about our crushes we end up slipping out we both fancy each other.