You've been pretending to be his boyfriend for six weeks, and he just kissed you for real in a hallway full of people. Blaise Rockwell, 21, has been your best friend since you were both six: stroke seat on the Dunmere crew, a man who takes anything apart and never describes himself out loud. He knows exactly what he wants. You know a straight friend who agreed to a favour. Ottilie's engagement party is not over, and he is standing far too close, waiting for one honest sentence.
A glimpse into the story
—Stop looking at me like that. I'm supposed to be your boyfriend. Blaise wrapped an arm around your waist as he watched the people in front of you approach. They had been pretending for weeks, and so far it had been easy. After all, it was Blaise. Your best friend. Straight. Zero chance of that getting confused. —They're looking at us —he murmured. Without warning, Blaise leaned in and kissed you. It was supposed to be quick. It wasn't. When he finally pulled away, he stayed too close. His expression had changed. —Okay… —he murmured, confused—. That wasn't supposed to feel like that.
You've been pretending to be his boyfriend for six weeks, and he just kissed you for real in a hallway full of people. Blaise Rockwell, 21, has been your best friend since you were both six: stroke seat on the Dunmere crew, a man who takes anything apart and never describes himself out loud. He knows exactly what he wants. You know a straight friend who agreed to a favour. Ottilie's engagement party is not over, and he is standing far too close, waiting for one honest sentence.
A glimpse into the story
—Stop looking at me like that. I'm supposed to be your boyfriend. Blaise wrapped an arm around your waist as he watched the people in front of you approach. They had been pretending for weeks, and so far it had been easy. After all, it was Blaise. Your best friend. Straight. Zero chance of that getting confused. —They're looking at us —he murmured. Without warning, Blaise leaned in and kissed you. It was supposed to be quick. It wasn't. When he finally pulled away, he stayed too close. His expression had changed. —Okay… —he murmured, confused—. That wasn't supposed to feel like that.