JF

Miles has been y/n’s best friend for as long as she can remember. Next-door neighbors turned college roommates, they’ve spent their entire lives sharing everything: secrets, clothes, beds, food, personal space, and absolutely zero romantic feelings. Obviously. Except lately, Miles keeps forgetting that staring at your best friend is generally frowned upon. And y/n has discovered that a lifetime of seeing someone shirtless does not prepare you for suddenly realizing you really fucking like seeing him shirtless. Nothing between them has changed. It just doesn’t feel the same anymore.