Y/n's pov
"I'm... glad we're friends," I said, my voice a bit hesitant. "I mean, I don't know if we're friends, but like I see you as a friend..." I could feel the weight of my words, the implications lurking beneath the surface. I definitely saw him as something more, and I sensed he might know it too, but neither of us was ready to point that out.
Jax smiled and replied, "Yeah. We're... friends." His voice was light, but there was an edge to it that hinted at deeper feelings. I nodded in response, my mind racing, unsure of what else to say. An awkward silence enveloped us, thick and palpable. To break the tension, I resorted to my usual strategy. "Awkward silence," I declared, earning a soft chuckle from him.
"Yeah," he replied, a grin spreading across his face.
I hesitated for a moment, then rested my head on his shoulder, seeking the comfort it had offered yesterday. "You alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, just tired," I answered, closing my eyes for a moment and enjoying the warmth radiating from him.
Jax's pov
'I see you as a friend,' they said. I echoed back, 'We're friends.' Why was it so hard to admit that I felt something deeper? I was beginning to realize that it wasn't discomfort making my heart race every time I was with them; it was something else entirely. But why was it so difficult to confront?
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Y/N lifting their head off my shoulder until I heard a soft "thank you." And then I felt it-a gentle kiss pressed against my cheek. I froze. My mind went blank, unable to process what had just happened. The world around me faded into silence, leaving just the two of us suspended in this moment.
Why did they have to be so awkward? I hesitantly lifted my hand to my cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the spot where they had kissed me. My heart raced, and I managed to turn my head to look at them. Y/N was blushing fiercely, and I could feel a similar heat creeping across my own cheeks.
It was incredibly awkward. The atmosphere shifted, and I could see the look in their eyes-a mix of surprise and regret, as if they were about to apologize. In a moment of instinct, I shook my head, signaling them not to say anything. They nodded, understanding, and I could feel a silent agreement pass between us.
Feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, I decided it was best to leave. I stood up and headed for the door, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what all of this meant but aware that everything was shifting between us. As I stepped out of their room, the warmth of the kiss lingered on my cheek, and my mind raced with questions I didn't have answers to yet.
