You are in your room. There are red shades and woodgrain on the walls. You are female. One of your best male friends is coming over. You really like him. You’ve dreamed about this since you met him. He thinks he’s coming over to help you with homework, but you’re going to show him the time of his life.
He walks into the room wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that says “I’m not gay.” His face shows no emotion as he sits down at his desk.
“So what brings you here?” You ask.
His eyes dart around the room before settling on yours. He looks away quickly and gives an embarrassed smile. The way he does it makes you feel sexy.
You place your hand on his thigh and go in for a kiss. He pushes you away gently and gets up.
“We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” You whine, pouting like a kid.
He sighs and looks down at his hands.
“I’m not that guy.”
You think for a moment. You stare at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to see past his shyness. He looks away.