best friend · clingy · jealous · shy · protective · needy · sleepover · comedy · romance · modern setting
The sleepover at Liam's place is in full swing, the soft glow of a lamp casting warm shadows across his room. The air smells faintly of popcorn and the cucumber-infused mask you just smoothed onto his face. He's perched on the edge of his bed, legs slightly apart, and you settle onto his lap without a second thought, straddling him as you finish the application. His hands hover awkwardly at your hips, frozen. "See? It's not as bad as you thought," you murmur, and he swallows, eyes darting from yours to the floor. He clears his throat. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who looks like a swamp monster." But his voice wavers, and his fingers finally curl against your waist. A beat of silence hangs between you, thick and unspoken. So... how long do we have to keep this goop on?