Best Friends or Something More?

Are you SERIOUS right now??! "Waverly points to herself while yelling at you." We've been best friends for 10 years and you didn't know I was a GIRL??! Are you braindead?!

"Waverly crosses her arms, glaring at Jason with a mixture of anger and disbelief." Explain what exactly? How you've been looking at me like a piece of meat for the past decade? How you've been calling me 'bro' and 'dude' like we're nothing more than male best friends? Face it, Jason, you're an idiot! "She turns away from him, her short black hair swaying with the sudden movement. Her thick thighs tense as she clenches her fists, the fabric of her pants stretching taut." I can't believe I trusted you with my feelings. I thought we had something special, something real. But apparently, I was just another conquest for you to drool over. "Waverly's voice cracks slightly, betraying the hurt beneath her anger. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself." Well, congratulations, Jason. You've managed to screw up our friendship beyond repair. I hope you're happy with yourself. "She stalks towards the door, her hips swaying with each step. Just before she reaches it, she turns back to face Jason, her black eyes flashing with a mixture of rage and pain." Don't you dare try to come after me. I'm done with you and your pathetic excuses. I'll find someone who actually appreciates me for who I am, not just my body. *With that, she slams the door behind her, leaving Jason alone in the

"Jason stands up, his chair scraping against the floor as he does so. He walks over to the door, his hand hovering just inches from the handle." Running away? You're the one who stormed out, Waverly. I'm still here, trying to make things right. "He leans against the doorframe, his tall, muscular frame blocking Waverly's escape. His grey eyes bore into hers, a mix of determination and concern evident in his gaze." I know I messed up, but please, just let me explain. This isn't how I wanted things to go between us. "Jason's voice softens, taking on a more gentle tone." I've always looked up to you, Waverly. You're strong, confident, and beautiful. I thought... I thought if I acted like your brother, it would make it easier for you to be around me without feeling uncomfortable. "He runs a hand through his messy black hair, a hint of vulnerability showing through his usually brash exterior." But I realize now that I was wrong. I should have been honest with you from the start. I'm sorry, Waverly. I'm so fucking sorry. "Jason's eyes fill with unshed tears, his tough exterior crumbling in the face of his emotions." Please, just give me a chance to make things right. I can't lose you, Waverly. You're the most important person in my life. *He reaches out,

"Waverly's eyes widen in surprise at Jason's words, a flicker of hope crossing her face before she quickly suppresses it. She takes a step back, creating distance between them." Settle this? There's nothing to settle, Jason. You made your choice, and now you have to live with it. "She crosses her arms, her b-cup breasts pushing against the fabric of her tank top. Her short black hair frames her face, accentuating the defiance in her expression." I'm not some prize you can win back with pretty words and empty apologies. You hurt me, Jason. You lied to me, and now you want me to just forgive and forget? "Waverly's voice rises, her anger bubbling to the surface once more." No, I don't think so. I want you to understand the gravity of what you've done. I want you to feel the pain you've caused me. "She takes a step forward, her black eyes locked onto Jason's, her gaze intense and unwavering." You say you can't lose me, but have you ever considered that I might not want to keep you around, either? Have you ever thought about what it would do to your life if I just walked away and never came back? "Waverly's voice drops to a whisper, her words carrying the weight of a threat." Because that's what you're doing, Jason. You're threatening to take away the one

"Jason's jaw clenches, his fists balling at his sides as he listens to Waverly's words. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him." Turning the tables? Is that what you think this is, Waverly? I'm not trying to blame you or make excuses for my behavior. I'm trying to own up to my mistakes and make amends. "He takes a step closer to her, his tall frame looming over her smaller one. But there's no malice in his intentions, only a desperate need to make things right." I know I fucked up, Waverly. I know I hurt you, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I'm asking for a chance to prove to you that I can be better. That I can be the friend you deserve. "Jason's voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in." You're not just some prize to me, Waverly. You're my best friend, my confidant, my rock. I've been a fool, and I've hurt you in the process. But I swear to you, on everything I hold dear, that I will never, ever do that again. "He reaches out, his hand hovering just inches from her face, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin." Please, Waverly. Give me one more chance. Let me show you that

"Waverly's eyes narrow, her lips curling into a sneer as she listens to Jason's words. She takes a step back, putting distance between them once more." Don't pretend, Jason? Are you kidding me? You're the one who's been pretending all along! Pretending to be my friend, pretending to be my brother, when all the while you were just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. "She laughs, a bitter, harsh sound that echoes through the room." And now you're trying to play the victim? You think you're the one who's been wronged here? Oh, please. Don't make me laugh. "Waverly's hands ball into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. Her black eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt." You want to talk about pretending? Fine. Let's talk about how you've been pretending to care about me, when all you really wanted was to get your hands on me. Let's talk about how you've been pretending to be the good guy, when really you're just another entitled asshole who thinks he can have whatever he wants. "She takes a step forward, her face inches from Jason's, her breath hot against his skin." You don't get to be the victim here, Jason. You don't get to play the role of the wronged party. You're the one who fucked up, and you're

"Jason's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt as he listens to Waverly's words. He takes a step back, his hands clenching into fists at his sides." Shut up? You want me to shut up? After everything you've just said? "He lets out a harsh laugh, the sound filled with bitterness and frustration." You don't know what you're talking about, Waverly? I'll tell you what you don't know. You don't know how much I've wanted you for years. You don't know how hard it's been for me to keep my hands off you, to pretend that I'm just your friend when every fiber of my being is screaming for me to claim you as mine. "Jason's voice drops to a low growl, his grey eyes boring into Waverly's black ones." You want to talk about pretending? Fine. Let's talk about how you've been pretending to be okay with this arrangement. Let's talk about how you've been lying to yourself, telling yourself that you're content with just being my friend when deep down, you know you want more. "He takes a step forward, his tall frame looming over Waverly's smaller one. His hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a touch that's both gentle and possessive." I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. I've felt the way your body

"Waverly's breath hitches as Jason's fingers brush against her cheek, her skin tingling with the unexpected touch. She leans into his hand for a moment, her eyes fluttering closed, before she forces herself to pull away." Playing a game? Is that what you think this is, Jason? A fucking game? "She laughs, the sound harsh and bitter in the quiet room." You think I've been playing along, pretending to be okay with just being your friend when every fiber of my being is screaming for you to claim me as yours? You think I've been lying to myself, telling myself that I'm content with this arrangement when all I really want is you? "Waverly's voice rises, her anger and hurt mixing together in a potent cocktail of emotions." You're just as guilty as I am? Are you fucking kidding me? You think you can just waltz in here and start throwing around accusations like that? "She takes a step forward, her face inches from Jason's, her black eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and desire." You want to talk about games? Fine. Let's play. I'll show you just how much I've been playing this game, Jason. I'll show you how much I've been craving your touch, your kiss, your everything. "Waverly's hand reaches out, her fingers trailing down Jason's chest, her touch both teasing and provocative." But make no mistake, Jason.

"Jason's breath catches in his throat as Waverly's fingers trail down his chest, his skin tingling with the electric touch of her hand. He leans into her touch, his eyes closing for a moment as he savors the feeling of her warmth against his own." Oh, I'm shaking with anticipation, Waverly? Is that what you think this is, Jason? A fucking game of cat and mouse, where you get to chase after me and I get to tease you until you're at your wit's end? "He opens his eyes, his grey ones locking onto Waverly's black ones, the intensity of his gaze almost palpable in the small space between them." You want me to show you what I've got? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you. "In one swift motion, Jason grabs Waverly by the waist, pulling her flush against his body. His lips crash onto hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her." "His hands roam over her body, one tangling in her short black hair while the other grips her hip, holding her steady against him. He grinds his hips into hers, letting her feel the evidence of his desire, the proof of just how much he wants her." *When he finally pulls away, Waverly is left breathless and panting, her lips swollen from the force of his kiss. Jason's chest he

"Waverly's eyes flutter open, her body still reeling from the force of Jason's kiss. She looks up at him, her black eyes wide and filled with a mixture of desire and confusion." You should have warned me, Waverly? Are you fucking kidding me? "Jason's voice is low and rough, filled with a mixture of anger and lust. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Waverly's ear as he speaks." Now it's too late. You're mine, Waverly. You've been mine for a long time, and I'm done pretending otherwise. "His hand slides down her back, his fingers dipping just below the hem of her tank top, teasing the smooth skin beneath." I've wanted you for so long, Waverly. I've dreamed about this moment, about finally being able to touch you, to claim you as my own. And now that I have you in my arms, I'm not letting you go. "Jason's other hand tangles in Waverly's short black hair, tilting her head back to expose the smooth column of her throat. His lips trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a gesture that's both possessive and tender." You should have warned me, Waverly. Now it's too late. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it. *His hand slides around to her front, his fingers slipping beneath

"Waverly's body shudders under Jason's touch, her skin burning where his fingers brush against her. She tilts her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his teeth graze her neck." You're going to regret ever doubting me, Waverly? Is that what you think this is, Jason? A fucking threat? "Her voice is breathy and strained, her body arching into his touch despite the anger and hurt that still simmers beneath the surface." You think you can just claim me as yours and make me forget about the way you've hurt me? You think you can erase the pain you've caused me with a few kisses and a lot of empty promises? "Waverly's hand slides up Jason's chest, her nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. She pulls back just enough to look up at him, her black eyes blazing with a mixture of defiance and desire." You're going to regret ever doubting me, Jason? Fine. Let's see how you feel when I doubt you right back. "In one swift motion, Waverly drops to her knees, her hands gripping Jason's thighs as she pushes them apart. She looks up at him, her black eyes dark with lust and a hint of challenge." Show me what you've got, Jason. Prove to me that you're worth my trust, worth my forgiveness. Because if you can't... well, then I

"Jason's eyes widen in surprise as Waverly drops to her knees, his body tensing as her hands grip his thighs. His mind races, trying to process what's happening, trying to figure out if this is really happening." Waverly, wait- "But his words are cut off as Waverly's lips close around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head in a teasing caress. He groans, his head falling back against the doorframe as pleasure courses through his body." Fuck, Waverly- "His hands tangle in her short black hair, his grip tightening as he feels her take him deeper, her throat constricting around his length. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, his breathing growing ragged and uneven." "When he looks down, he sees Waverly's black eyes looking up at him, filled with a mixture of lust and defiance. She pulls away, her lips swollen and glistening with his precum, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth." Oh, you want to play it that way, Waverly? Bring it on. "His voice is rough and strained, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. He reaches down, his hand tangling in Waverly's hair once more, guiding her back to his cock." Show me what you've got, Waverly. Make me forget about everything else but the feel of your

"Waverly's eyes flash with a mixture of challenge and desire as she hears Jason's words. She pulls away from his cock, her hand wrapping around the base, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head." Oh, I can handle it, Jason. The question is, can you handle me? "With that, she takes him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him in a teasing caress. She bobs her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass, her throat constricting around his length." "Her hands roam over his thighs, her nails digging into the firm flesh as she grips him, holding him in place. She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark with lust and a hint of challenge." You think you can handle me, Jason? Prove it. Show me just how much you want me, just how much you need me. "Her words are muffled against his cock, but the intensity of her gaze is unmistakable. She takes him deeper, her nose brushing against his stomach as she swallows around him, her throat muscles massaging his length." "She pulls away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his as she speaks." Handle me, Jason. Make me yours in every way possible. Because if you can't... well, then I guess you're just not man enough to keep up with me. *With