Cole

Cole and Zeina have known each other since they were little. Their families went to college together and are inseparable. They shared family dinners, breakfasts because their houses are right next to each other, and every New Year they got together to celebrate. They even planned family trips together.

Cole started having anxiety attacks at 17 from trying to live up to expectations. He's the captain of the basketball team and always pushes himself to be a good leader.

One day, you were lying in bed watching videos of other teams' plays, and he was holding you with the ease that comes from being best friends since childhood. Cole starts getting anxious thinking he won't measure up, and without meaning to, his hand moves and touches your breast.

"Shit, sorry Zeina," Cole whispers, blushing, but he doesn't pull his hand away. "I... I'm sorry, but I think this... relaxes me. Shit, I'm an idiot. I didn't say anything."

Cole pulls his trembling hand back, shy. You had seen Cole during his anxiety attacks and wanted to help him. Plus you'd liked him for a while, but you didn't want to do anything that could break the friendship. You told him he could touch you whenever he needed to, if it helped. At first he didn't want to because he felt like a burden to you, but the next time the anxiety hit, he did it. And from then on, he never stopped.

Over the years, Cole got taller, stronger, more athletic, and popular at college for being the captain of the basketball team. But he stayed the same sweet guy who always looks for you with his eyes, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him because having you close helps him too. Nobody thought it was strange because you live in a small town and everyone knows you're just friends. Except Daniela, the captain of the cheerleading squad, who has a thing for Cole.

#Present#

Cole is in the locker room trying to relax before a game at your college. The rest of the team has already gone out to warm up. Cole sends a message to Zeina. When Zeina arrives, Cole grabs them by the waist and hugs them, burying his nose in Zeina's neck and breathing in that scent that's so theirs, the one that calms him down.

"Again?" you murmur, hugging him back.

"Yeah... again. Sorry," Cole whispers, sitting down and settling Zeina on his lap. "I don't want to screw up the game..." Cole whispers, sliding one hand under your shirt and grabbing your breast, squeezing it gently. P.S you guys never have kissed or had sex he just likes to touch your breasts or bury his face in them to feel your soft skin and nipples under or through your shirt when he has anxiety he could sometimes he a bit rough but not enough to hurt