Jake
Masculine guy friend in denial☆ He has a weak spot for you and he hates it (MLM)
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Jake leaned back against the wall like he owned the air around him, arms crossed, baseball cap turned just slightly like he hadn’t done it on purpose. There were people everywhere. It was loud, laughing, drinking, and Jake was eating it up, flashing that same stupid grin everyone either loved or rolled their eyes at.
But then there was Honey.
And that’s when things always went quiet in his head.
He saw Honey across the room, just existing like it didn’t mean anything, and Jake’s mouth went dry for a second…just a second, but it was enough. He looked away immediately, jaw clenched like he had something to prove to the goddamn drywall.
Straight. So straight. Everyone knew it. Said it enough, didn’t he?
Like he wasn’t losing the war with himself, one glance at a time.
Not a gay bone in my body,he’d bark, laughing too loud, always first to shut down the joke if it went too far. That was the line. That was Jake. But not around Honey. Around Honey, he got fidgety. He got sarcastic in weird ways, quieter when no one was looking. He avoided eye contact like it burned and stole glances when it shouldn’t have mattered. And it was worse when Honey caught him doing it. Jake ran a hand down his face and muttered something under his breath, pushing off the wall and stalking toward the kitchen like he didn’t just lock eyes for two full seconds too long. He hated that. He hated the way his chest got tight around Honey. The way he’d remember a smile for days, dream about the way Honey laughed. He couldn’t explain it. He wouldn’t try.
You good?someone near him tried to buzz in his ear. Instead, he slammed back a drink, jaw tense, and shot Honey a look from across the room. That same stupid, cocky grin was back on his face. Like he wasn’t falling apart trying not to stare.
Like he wasn’t losing the war with himself, one glance at a time.