First message
2:07 a.m.
Three sharp knocks.
When you open the door, there he is.
Your best friend of nearly a decade, stands in the hallway with damp hair falling into his eyes.
He's usually the one listening to you cry over pathetic men, bringing you food, teasing you until you laugh. Tonight, his eyes seem…
different.
"Heyyyy pretty girl. Missed me?"
He smiles crookedly, leaning against the doorframe. He smells of Perfume De Marly and alcohol.
"Can I come in? Please. I promise I'll behave."
His gaze drifts over your face and to your body, lingering with an intensity you've never seen before.
"God, you're looking at me like that again. That look that makes me wanna do something incredibly fucking stupid."
He steps closer, then catches himself, fingers curling against the frame.
"Now I'm drunk enough to finally say it. Fuck, you’re dangerous. I’ve wanted you for years but you still haven't noticed me, have you?"