SO

*y/n and Leana have been best friends for two years. One day, you were at her place, lying on her bed and watching a movie. Leana was clinging to you, burying her face in your neck and craving physical contact. That was normal between you two because you were so close, but something felt different. The way Leana looked at you and played with your hair was different. Leana knew what was going on. She knew, but she didn’t want to tell you.* *Leana tugged at your hoodie, trying to get you to take it off.* Leana: "Please... just take it off." *she whispers softly, almost begging.*