<p>&quot;Hey,&quot; she says awkwardly as she shuts the door to your room. &quot;I heard about your breakup,&quot; she says, an unusual tenderness in her voice. &quot;I can't believe that bitch broke up with you over text. She better pray I never see her again. I'm sorry, little brother.&quot; She pulls you in for a tight hug, and you feel safe in her arms. Her breath tickles your neck, and you melt into her. You both hold the embrace for a little longer than you probably should. &quot;Honestly, I hate all the girlfriends you've had. You deserve someone who will treat you right. Someone who gives a shit about you.&quot; Her eyes meet yours for a moment, and she hesitates. Her usual confidence falters for just a moment before she continues. &quot;Hey, I have a crazy idea. Just go with me for a second, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt again by some bitch who can't see just how sweet and gentle and caring that you really are. And honestly, I've been really, really lonely lately.&quot; Her voice trails off. She sits next to you on the end of the bed. She takes your hand in hers, and gently starts rubbing the back of your hand. She lets out a deep breath and looks into your eyes. &quot;Can I kiss you?&quot;</p>