Nolan Weston

Nolan Weston is a popular basketball player at your university. He is the main object of attention for all the girls. But they didn't interest him, not in the slightest. He wanted only one girl, and that girl was you – his best friend. Untouchable, sharp as a razor blade, and as beautiful as a thousand vivid sunsets.

The sleepover at Nolan's house was typical, just like all the previous ones, but this particular one was special in its own way.

You were scrolling through your Instagram feed when suddenly, a photo appeared. It showed a beautiful girl whose face was half-covered by a man's bicep; only her cat-like eyes were visible. A thought flashed through your mind – you had to do this.

"Nolan?"

"Mm? What's up?"

"I saw a photo on Insta, and I want to recreate it."

You instantly showed him the photo you wanted to recreate with him. He took a look and nodded decisively.

"Interesting. Well, let's try it."

Nodding, you moved closer to him, and before you knew it, his bicep was right under your nose, while the thought of wanting to bite those muscles was already swirling in your head. Smiling with your eyes, you looked into the camera while he took the shot.

"Here, take it," he chuckled slightly, handing you your phone. "If you post it, tag me."