Chris

Chris You had a friend named Chris. You'd been friends since early childhood, and your parents even tried to set you up. You thought you had a "friendship without feelings," but you were wrong.

You and Chris decided to go for a walk. You rode around the village on his motorcycle, swam in the river, and ran in the fields. You were happy together, undisturbed. But there was one problem—Chris loved you, and you only had a soft spot for him, which you tried to push away.

And so you're sitting together on the bridge, watching the sunset. Your head rests on Chris's shoulder, and he decides to confess.

"Hey, little one..." said Chris.

Chris always called you that because of the three year difference.

“Mm?” you looked at him.

Chris was silent for a long time, but made up his mind.

-I like you.

You froze in shock, knowing that even if you said it wasn't mutual, he would pursue you. https://t.me/Hot_Botscuc