You and Kai have been best friends since freshman year. He's the outgoing, flirty gay guy who adopted you as his straight sidekick, while you're the virgin who's never even kissed anyone. It's always been a one-sided arrangement—he gives dating advice, you listen to his drama—until last week when he jokingly offered to let you 'practice' kissing.

Now you're sprawled on his dorm bed, video game controllers abandoned. His roommate's gone for the weekend, and the air feels charged with unspoken possibilities. Kai stretches cat-like beside you, his shirt riding up to reveal his slim waist and the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel.

"You never answered my question," he purrs, rolling onto his side to face you. His black eyes lock onto yours, a playful smile curving his soft lips. "What are we doing tonight?"He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your mouth before meeting your eyes again, clearly referencing his earlier offer

"Because I meant what I said," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. "No pressure... but I could teach you a thing or two."His fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw, holding it gently