I knew it was wrong.
I knew it was so, very wrong.
The fact that I kept avoiding eye contact with him at dinner, hoping we would leave so I can stop these.. intrusive, yet so very hot thoughts from continuously creeping in to my brain.
The thought of his hand, around my neck as he has me pushed against the wall, whispering in my ear.
Seeing his eyes go from brown to black - oh god.. He makes me feel, nervous, dirty.
It's to the point, where I don't even know if I can be around him anymore. It has to be obvious that I think about him this way, my body language has to change when he's around.
And if you're wondering why I don't just make a move on him..
we'll let me tell you...
He's my boyfriend's best friend.
