Elijah's POV

I fall onto my bed with a sigh, my head landing amongst my pillows as I slowly melt into the covers.

I just finished a two hour session at the gym and I'm exhausted. In varsity, sports is not that common and so they don't really put any effort into the teams or practice, which sucks. I go to the gym instead now, because most girls want a guy with a hot body, and they don't care how we get it.

It definitely helps me get laid.

My phone suddenly buzzes and I lift it to my face, smiling when I see a text from Bree.

Bree, 7:24pm: Eli, please bring me marshmallows? I'll love you forever

I grin at the message. The thought of Bree loving me makes me happier than it should. Even after all this time, my feelings for her are still there. I could never get over her.

Elijah, 7:25pm: Oh, so you calling me Eli now? Is it still because you don't like my name, hmm?

Bree, 7:25pm: I'm sorry!!!! I do... Elijah is a great name

Elijah, 7:25pm: mhmm you're just saying that now cause you want marshmallows

Elijah, 7:25pm: What do I get if I bring them for you?

Bree, 7:26pm: ... what do you want?

Hmm, what do I want? Her. That's what I want.

Elijah, 7:27pm: When I get to your place, I want you in nothing but your underwear. You must be lying on your bed with your legs spread apart, waiting for me

Even though I am joking, I get slightly turned on by the thought of it. "F*ck," I groan.

Bree, 7:30pm: Elijah! Be serious!

I chuckle.

Elijah, 7:31pm: I am. Fine, I'll be there in 20 minutes with your marshmallows.

I climb into my car and drive to the supermarket. I get three packs of marshmallows so that she won't ask me to buy more next week or something. I remember that she used to really like the plain white ones, so I take three of those and go to pay.

I climb back into my car and make my way over to her house. I hate how happy seeing Bree makes me. I'm so whipped.

I knock on her door a few times but nobody answers, so I grab the key from under her mat and unlock the door myself. "Bree?" I call out as I walk in.

There is no response, which makes me slightly worried. I shut and lock the door, then walk around the apartment, calling her name.

"Elijah," I hear her moan as I walk into her bedroom. She throws her head back against her pillows and spreads her legs for me.

My heart almost jumps into my throat when I take in her lace red underwear. She is lying on her bed, waiting for me with her legs spread apart, just like I told her.

"Y-You actually d-did it," I stutter like a fool. I quickly avert my eyes to the floor.

"Come here," she whispers. I glance at her and she motions for me to get on top of her.

I shake my head. As much as I want to — I really want to — I can't. She is probably just trying to tease me. I know I am extremely deep in the friendzone, and there is no way she actually wants me.

I lift the packet which contains her marshmallows. "I brought what you wanted."

She she's her head. "I want you, Elijah," she says.

I clench my jaw. "Don't do this to me, Bree. You're playing with fire."

I could use this to my advantage. She is trying to tease me, but maybe I can flip it around and make her want me. Maybe I can slowly pull myself out of the friendzone, if that's even possible.

"I, uh... I just got back from the gym so I'm really dirty. Do you mind if I use your shower?" I ask.

She stands up and nods. "I don't have any clothes for you though." I can't stop myself from checking her out, my eyes lingering longer than necessary on her chest and her long, gorgeous legs.

She smirks when she notices me gawking at her, but that smirk immediately falls when I say, "I won't wear anything, then."

Of course I am joking. I always keep spare clothes in my car.

I walk out her apartment and grab my bag with my clothes inside, then make my way back upstairs. As I walk back in, I frown when I notice she has put on a pair of grey shorts and a oversized white shirt.

She smiles at me with one of the marshmallows packets in her hands. "The white ones are my favourite. You remembered."

"Yeah, well, we were best friends for years," I state.

"Why did we stop being friends?" she asks.

I shrug and glance at the floor. Because I fell in love with you, and I selfishly couldn't be friends with you anymore. "Not sure. Um, where is your bathroom?" I ask, changing the topic.

She leads me to it and hands me a towel to use. "Thanks," I mumble and shut the door to the bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and take a quick shower.

When I step out of the shower, I realise that she has accidentally given me a hand towel. I use it to cover myself as much as possible, and step out of the bathroom.

Bree is lying on her bed, on her phone. She glances up at me and her eyes widen when she sees that I have nothing on.

"Uh, you gave me a hand towel," I say.

She jumps off the bed and grabs a proper towel, then runs up to me, trying to push me back into the bathroom. "You're making the floor wet!" she shouts.

I wrap the towel around my waist. "That's not the only thing I can make wet," I say.

She opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, I move forward and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, causing the towel to fall.

She gasps when she realises she is pressed against my naked body. My heart starts racing when her eyes slowly lower to my body. The only thing stopping me from being inside her is those tight little shorts.

"Elijah," she moans, and I can see the lust in her eyes.

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