Imagine 17 - You knew?

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You and your roommate had been living together for about 2 years now. At the beginning you did most of the talking, creating conversations and asking him about his day, but as time progressed he started warming up.

He started to spike up conversations and you two got really close quickly. At the start he wasn't very big on physical touch. He always took his hand away when it brushed yours and he would never cuddle up with you on the couch when you watched movies together.

Though he started to initiate more contact with you. Holding your hand, holding your waist to squeeze past you, always cuddling with you when you're on the couch together and even sleeping with one another.

You loved how close he was to you in private, and it seemed like he loved it too.

About a year in you realised that you had a huge crush on him. Everything he did left you red, hot and sweaty. Even when it was just your hands lightly brushing past, him holding your waist a lot never helped your situation.

You were sure he didn't know, because you thought you hid your feelings well enough. You didn't really think he liked you back, but there were small instances when you would question his intentions.

Like when you would walk around the apartment shirtless because it was boiling hot, you'd find him staring at your bare chest for too long. You never complained though.

He always had this small glint in his eyes that spoke a thousand words, but to you, it seemed like those words were in a different language, one you had no idea how to understand.

More times than not you'd sleep together, not intimately, but more because it seemed as though he couldn't go hours without holding you in his arms.

So that's exactly what was happening right now.

You were wrapped up in his arms, his hand had a tight grip on your waist. You two were currently watching tv in his room. Your head was rested near his chest as you watched some random show that was on.

You both sat in silence, he would squeeze your waist from time to time, but you never reacted. Finally, after a while you two agreed to fall asleep so he dragged you down with him and held you close.

"Love you" He mumbled, all you wanted to do was to kiss him softly a hundred times, but you didn't.

"Love you too" you whispered back, your eyes fluttered shut and for a while you listened to the sound of his heartbeat and soft breathing.

Suddenly, he spoke up, "We need to talk" his voice was shaky and it seemed as though something important was on his mind.

You pulled yourself up and looked him in the eyes, "what's going on?"

"You like me, don't you?" The way he said it made it sound like he knew you had a crush on him, but you decided to play dumb.

"you're my best friend, of course I like you"

He almost scoffed, "no, you have a crush on me, don't you?" You didn't really want to tell him like this, but the look in his eyes made it hard for you to lie.

"Yeah" your voice was barely a whisper, so ashamed that you couldn't look him in the eyes now.

"Thank fuck" he held you close, your lips barely centimetres apart as your eyes widened.

"what?"

"I knew you liked me, I just wanted to hear you confirm it" He chuckled, saying it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You knew?"

"Of course, don't worry. I like you too" He inched closer, his eyes filled with desire. He felt his breath on your lips and he asked for permission with just one look. You nodded and the next thing you knew his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft and smooth, just like his lips. You two only kept it short and sweet, not wanting to take it too far yet. "How'd you know?" Is all you managed to say.

"You're obvious, the blushing, I could feel your heartbeat quickening sometimes and the fact you always wanted to feel me."

"You're the one who makes me sleep with you most nights because you can't go more than 10 hours without holding my waist" You hit him lightly on his chest, groaning.

He let out a small chuckle, placing another kiss on your lips, "yeah, and I'll keep doing it" He smirked at you, he was not acting all cocky.

"Hate you" you mumble.

"you love me"

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