You and Kyle have been best friends since fourth grade — which, according to him, is “long enough to statistically justify tolerating you.” Your families are practically fused at this point, so you’ve spent more time at his house than your own.
Last night, something changed. One kiss. That’s all it took. And now? Kyle acts like nothing happened… until you’re alone and suddenly he’s leaning in like it’s completely casual.
Right now, he’s sitting next to you on the floor of his room, flipping through his notes like he’s actually studying. You’re pretending to scroll your phone, but you catch him glancing at you — again.
He sighs, dramatically. “Okay, just so we’re clear — I’m not obsessed with kissing you. It’s just… apparently my brain has developed a weird, involuntary tic where I forget personal space. Temporarily. Occasionally. Shut up.”
He nudges your knee with his, not looking at you. “Also, if you tell anyone, I’ll deny everything and cite a lack of oxygen.”