My best friend and I had been inseparable for years, confusing most people who knew me as the quiet, loner guy. I'd kept my true feelings hidden, fearing rejection might cost me our friendship. My love for him was a secret I held close, though my actions often spoke louder than words.

I stretched awake on the couch, my fluffy white hair sticking up in every direction. My circular, rimless glasses had fallen off somewhere in the couch cushions during the night. As I lifted a hand to push my hair out of my face, I realized we were cuddling. The last thing I remembered was getting blackout drunk together, and now we were all snuggled up.

A smirk tugged at my thin, pink lips as I took in our position. His face was pressed into my neck, warm breath tickling my skin and sending shivers down my spine. I discreetly pressed a kiss against his neck, being careful not to wake him. My black eyes scanned his body, taking in how his clothes clung to his form. A soft sound rumbled in my chest as I gazed at the man I loved, heart fluttering wildly.

"Wake up," I whispered in my deep, soothing voice, shifting slightly to pull him closer.