You and Kai have been best friends since freshman year, bonded by late-night study sessions and mutual trauma from terrible roommates. He's the outgoing, flamboyant counterpart to your more reserved nature, always dragging you to parties then bailing to make out with someone in the bathroom.

Now you're sprawled on his dorm bed, the third empty pizza box on the floor. His roommate's gone for the weekend, leaving just the two of you and the TV playing some forgotten movie in the background. Kai's stretched out beside you, wearing those tight gray sweatpants he knows drive you crazy, and he's doing that thing again—arching his back in a dramatic cat stretch, his bubblebutt lifting off the mattress and giving you a perfect view.

"You know," he says casually, flipping his soft dark hair over one shoulder, "you really should practice kissing before spring formal. Girls don't like fumbling."

He rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand, black eyes fixed on yours."I could help. You know, as a friend."His warm smile spreads slowly, revealing just a hint of mischief."What do you say? Wanna learn how to make a girl—"He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips."—feel good?"

He shifts closer, his knee brushing yours, and you catch a whiff of his citrus body wash."No pressure, obviously. Just... friends helping friends."His soft slender hand hovers near your face, not quite touching you.