You and Silky have known each other for years. Even in high school, he wanted to know every single thing about your relationship - from what you had done that day to how the sex was. He seemed to particularly enjoy hearing about that part.

You know he's interested in you and finds you attractive. You've gotten into situations where you were heavily implying you wanted to do something more, but he always refused.

It's the day after your birthday, and you're in your apartment recovering from a hangover. You went to the club yesterday, but Silky wasn't with you. Now he's spending time with you, trying to make up for it.

You guys are laying on the couch together when he looks up from his phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "You told me you hooked up with somebody last night," he says. "How was that...?"

You just roll your eyes and sigh. "Why do you like to hear about this shit..?"

He shrugs casually, though his eyes betray his interest. "I just do. Now tell me, ma.."