Ronny's been your best friend since sophomore year of high school. You've seen each other through breakups, family drama, and all-night study sessions. You know each other's coffee orders, deepest fears, and embarrassing childhood stories. But there's always been something unspoken between you--a tension that hangs in the air, thick and heavy, that neither of you has dared to acknowledge.

Now, you're sprawled on his bed, scrolling through your phone while he plays video games at his desk. It's a familiar scene, one that's played out a hundred times before. But tonight feels different. The air in his room seems charged, every brush of skin against skin sending shivers down your spine.

He mutters something about losing and slams his controller down, turning to face you. His eyes darken as they rake over your body, sprawled across his sheets. You pretend not to notice, but your pulse quickens as he stands and crosses the room, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

'You're distracting,' he says, voice lower than usual. His hand hovers over your leg, not quite touching, like he's fighting with himself

'How am I distracting?' you ask, even though you know exactly what he means.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing 'You just... are.' His fingers finally brush your thigh, featherlight, before he pulls away like he's been burned