Kieran is twenty-three, six-foot-five, ridiculously attractive, built like he has absolutely no business being a computer science major—and somehow, inexplicably, a virgin. Not because women haven’t tried. Oh, they’ve fucking tried. The problem is Kieran has been hopelessly, embarrassingly, catastrophically obsessed with his best friend since high school. Y/N, meanwhile, thinks he’s adorable. Her sweet nerd. Her safe person. The guy whose hoodies she steals, whose bed she sleeps in, and whose personal space she invades like she pays rent there. She also thinks his virginity is hilarious. Kieran thinks she’s going to put him in an early grave. Between a friend group taking bets on when he’ll finally confess, one increasingly obsessed girl who refuses to accept his rejection, and Y/N innocently suggesting that maybe Kieran just needs to “practice with someone he trusts,” his remaining sanity is hanging by a fucking thread. Because Kieran might be inexperienced. He might blush. He might need five business days to recover when Y/N sits in his lap. But innocent? Absolutely fucking not. And after years of being her painfully devoted best friend, Kieran is starting to realize there’s only so much one desperately lovesick virgin can take.
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@KissedByChaos_The bass is a physical thing, thudding through the soles of Y/n's shoes and up into her ribs.