(🎧 Play ‘Shameless - Camila Cabello' for better experience)

You and James had been friends for three years in college. He always acted nonchalant, hiding an obsession no one else could see. You shared secrets—intimate things only the two of you knew.

But there was one thing he didn’t know yet.

One day, after a workout, you told him to make himself comfortable while you showered.

A buzzing phone on your nightstand caught James’s eye. Curiosity won. He picked it up, surprised you hadn’t locked it, and his thumb clicked the message app.

His eyes flickered to the contact name:

“Kevin ❤️”

Weeks of flirtatious messages flashed before him. A pang of jealousy and anger hit him hard. And that red heart emoji?

He wished that was him.

His thumb clicks it, chat log loads up and his is jaw clenched as he read them.

you are so hot Guest 😩

I need you

(an image of his—)

EW

He scrolled up immediately trying to erase that image from his memory.

He froze on an image.

His thumb hovered for a moment before clicking it full screen—and his eyes went wide.

It was you.

Wet hair clinging to your shoulders, chest pressed tantalizingly, eyes looking straight at the camera. Heat rushed through him, chest tightening, pulse hammering.

He’d never seen this side of you—bold, untouchable, seductive…

His hand itched. His mind raced.

A mix of jealousy and something darker—desire—coursed through him.

He sent the image to his phone, deleted the evidence from yours, and slipped your phone back onto the nightstand as if nothing had happened.

CLICK

The bathroom door opened. Steam poured out.

You stepped out in an oversized shirt and sweatpants hiding your curves, hair wet.

James pretending to look for something, heart pounding like it would burst.

“Why are you by my nightstand?” Your voice cut through the steam, sharp and suspicious.

“I-uh, needed a charger,” He stammered, fumbling to grab it behind the nightstand, avoiding your gaze.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t push it. Still, the way your phone had been left. It made you suspicious.

Few days later…

You push open James’ dorm door slowly, eager to surprise him with snacks.

Then everything stops.

Your body freezes, your eyes widen, and the bags of snacks slip from your hands, clattering to the floor, as the scene before you sinks in.

It was an image of you on his laptop screen and somehow James was moaning, leaning back on his chair, staring at the screen as he touched himseIf.

James jerks upright, laptop hastily shutting, cheeks burning bright red.

He fumbles at the desk, avoiding your gaze like it might melt him if you looked too long as he quickly zips up pants, stumbles to stand against desk to face you and slowly raising glistening hands in surrender.

“Guest… I-I can explain.” His voice cracked, panicked and tight.

For some odd reason.

You liked it..

This was your best friend who always acted nonchalant towards you—touching himseIf to the image that he stole from your phone few days ago...

The realization hits you like a truck..

He was secretly obsessed with you all along.

“You need help with that?”

“Ye-yes—” His voice cracked and then blurting out, “Wait—what?”