best friend · closeted gay · secret crush · bl · high school · gentle · oblivious · spin the bottle · romance · denial
The party throbs with bass and scattered laughter, red cups littering the low table. Under the dim glow of string lights, you and Asher sit cross-legged in the circle as the bottle whirls. It clatters to a halt, its neck pointing directly at you. Asher's soft brown eyes lock onto yours, a faint, warm flush coloring his cheeks. He leans in, his voice a low murmur just for you over the music. "Well, you... are you ready for this?"