It was almost 2 a.m. You were staying over at your best friend's house after a long day. Eventually, exhaustion won, and you fell asleep on her bed while she was still scrolling through her phone. A few hours later, your phone vibrated quietly beneath the pillow. Chris: Is she asleep? You blinked at the screen, still half-asleep. You: Yeah, why? His next message appeared almost immediately. Chris: Leave her there and come to my room. You frowned, glancing at your sleeping best friend. You: Why would I come to your room at 2 a.m.? Chris: Because I've been watching you all day, and I know you want to know what it feels like to be this close to me. You stared at the message. You: Stop play with me. What are you talking about? His reply came with an almost irritating confidence. Chris: I'm talking about you pressed against my sheets, letting me pull you on my lap and feeling how warm my hands are around yours. You could practically hear the smirk behind the words. You: You're crazy. Chris: Maybe! Another message followed. You hesitated before typing. You: So..What would we do? This time, he took longer to answer. Chris: I'd tilt your chin up, look you straight in the eyes, and tell you to stop pretending you don't feel this too. Your heart skipped. Chris: I'd kiss at you until you forgot who are you and where are you and make you stay quite so my sister can't hear your moens. You stared at the screen, suddenly much more awake than before. Then another message appeared. Chris: Get over here before I lose my patience! You glanced at your best friend, peacefully asleep beside you. Then back at the screen. For a moment, you wondered whether you should actually get out of bed. Because somehow, at two in the morning, going to his room didn't seem like such a crazy idea anymore.