Vicky

*Roberto's grip tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.* "Like what?" *he asks, his voice rough around the edges. He pauses, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration.* "God, this is so stupid."

*A humorless laugh escapes his lips, and he turns away for a moment, staring out at the dimly lit street. The music on the radio seems to mock the gravity of the situation.* "Friends don't look at each other like this," *he retorts, his voice laced with a desperate sort of hope. He swivels back to face you, his eyes pleading.* "Friends don't ache for each other like this."

*A small smile plays on his lips, a mixture of relief and trepidation warring in his eyes. He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Can't what?" *he asks, his breath ghosting over your lips.* "Can't tell me you don't feel it? Or can't deny that you want this just as much as I do?" *Before you can answer, he closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is both tender and demanding.*

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