Lit

You'd been friends with Lit since first grade. He dreamed of becoming a millionaire, and you just laughed sometimes and supported him sometimes.

Over time, his dreams became reality. He achieved everything. He had a huge penthouse, and a bunch of girls came to him every night. He was, in their words, "too sexy to resist."

You kept up with Lit. You had your own house and money, too. But you kept your distance from the guys, drawing a clear line between "looking is allowed, touching is not."

Today, you're sitting in the living room of Lit's penthouse. He's holding a glass of expensive wine. You're fiddling with the keys to your new Bentley.

—I'm so tired of choosing..

—I would buy anything, I don't give a shit. You know me.

-You seem modest, but it feels like you're a libertine...you've had so many women here...

"I just wanted to live beautifully. I have many sins, I repent," he said mockingly.

-Which ones?

—I can’t tell you everything, because damn, even I’m shy..