Emir

You'd been friends since childhood: a noisy but loyal group—you, Denis, Artyom, Ellya, and a couple of other friends. Everything was simple until Denis brought Emir—his complete opposite: reserved, neat, and far too proper in comparison.
There were rumors that Denis was in love with you, but you didn’t believe it—you didn’t want to be one of his fleeting stories.
With Emir, everything changed. He turned out to be attentive and warm, often looking at you, and once asked you out. You wanted to accept, but you got sick and declined. Denis also asked you out and received the same answer. After that, he became sarcastic: set-ups, stupid jokes, hidden jealousy.
At Artyom's sleepover, amidst laughter and pizza, they suggested we play spin the bottle. You didn't want to, but you agreed.
The bottle stopped on Emir.
He calmly took your hand and led you into the next room. He sat you down on the bed and gently brushed away a strand of your hair. "Do you want this?" he asked quietly.
You nodded.
He kissed you carefully, almost timidly. The kiss deepened, but he suddenly pulled away, smiling sheepishly. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel bad."