I'm in Love with my best friend

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Zhan, I can't. I dropped my eyes down to our hands, my fingers wrapped around his wrists to avoid staining them with the blood that dripped from him. Taking a deep breath and chewing on the inside of my cheek, I swallowed.

"Why not?" I briefly wished he'd raise his voice a little so I could hear, but also wished I couldn't hear him at all.

"Because I don't—I can't- I'm not into you like that." I kept my head low, not willing to see his expression and hoping he wouldn't kick like the time bomb he is.

Each day I'm just waiting for him to explain he's so unpredictable it's scary.

"Yeah...don't give me that bullshit, Yibo. It's fucking obvious you feel something hot for me." Suddenly, his tone took a u-turn from sad tender to humorous.

"What the fuck? How'd you come to that conclusion?"

"It's written all over your face when you look at me, mate, and I'm even gonna start on what's going on in your pants..." A blush crawled its way up my cheeks, despite my defence. I turned my head to the side, away from the light. Zhan's hand left my grip and his thumb and forefinger tilted my chin back to meet his gaze.

"Why are you so stubborn?" I chose not to grace that question with an answer.

"Look, if you're feeling better, I'm gonna' head on home." I stepped back and made to leave before Zhan took a hold of my arm and pulled me back to face him.

"Seriously? Just gonna' ditch when things approach a subject you are too much of a dick to deal with?"

"I don't wanna' talk about it right now, okay?" I glanced down at his hand still wrapped around my arm, the blood thankfully dried and currently staining my white jacket.

"You never wanna talk about it, Yibo." His tone was bored, his eyes rolled, and he sighed, pulling me closer. His gaze alternated between staring into my eyes or at my lips - occasionally they'd look up at my hair.

"Yeah, well, maybe there's a reason for that-"

"So, what's the reason?" He interjected eagerly, anticipating the answer with excitement. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let go of me, Zhan." I murmured. I heard him chuckle, but he did the opposite and tugged me closer.

"Tell me first." I could feel his eyes burning expectantly against my face. That urge began welling up inside me, and before I could weigh out the pros and cons and what was right and what wasn't, I surged forward. My lips slammed against his, our teeth clashing together with a brief shot of pain. His feet stumbled backward from the impact and, probably, were a little out of shock.

I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth with my teeth, sucking a small sound of a moan that came from his mouth as I did so. His grip on my arm released and his hand fisted into my hair, with his other finding a place against my hip. A rhythm developed and our lips moved in time, my head being pulled to the side so Zhan could deepen the kiss. He wasn't one for holding back, apparently,

His hand on my hip slid its way under my shirt. My back curved inward, away from the freezing touch of his fingers, but wanting more at the same. I shoved him backward, against the wall of the bridge again, our lips not once losing contact; our mouths complementing each other with appreciative gasps and slight moans. I hooked both my thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans, pulling his hips forward to increase the friction.

"Fuck, Yibo," he muttered. I kissed along his jawline, a hand sliding into his hair to pull his head to the side, gaining better access to his neck. My teeth nipped at the taut skin before sucking and licking.

"Oh, God, shit," I whispered against his neck, "You're very articulate tonight," with a hint of a smile playing around on my otherwise occupied lips.

"Sod off." Was his reply. I pulled back to laugh, unable to hold it in.