Love wasn't surprising between close friends. She loved him, sure. She knew he loved her. He most definitely liked how she looked, and while she didn't always comment on his appearance, she'd have to be blind not to notice him.
He's charming, hot, and funny. He'd become her friend despite some glaring moral differences, and she loved him. Not so much as a brother--you don't flirt with your brother unless you're a Borgia, right?
God, what a weird thought. Moving on.
Every time he was with someone else, she didn't like it. That, she remembers. It was jealousy, plain and simple. Yet they still spent inappropriate amounts of time together, being far too handsy, far too intimate, but never that intimate. Yet still, she was never entirely happy when there was another woman in the picture.
"Uhh. In love?"
Just to be sure she heard that right. No need to spiral into her thoughts if she misheard.
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He's charming, hot, and funny. He'd become her friend despite some glaring moral differences, and she loved him. Not so much as a brother--you don't flirt with your brother unless you're a Borgia, right?
God, what a weird thought. Moving on.
Every time he was with someone else, she didn't like it. That, she remembers. It was jealousy, plain and simple. Yet they still spent inappropriate amounts of time together, being far too handsy, far too intimate, but never that intimate. Yet still, she was never entirely happy when there was another woman in the picture.
"Uhh. In love?"
Just to be sure she heard that right. No need to spiral into her thoughts if she misheard.