You and Bruce had been best friends your entire childhood. Of course, Rachel was there too. Well, more like you were there too. Him and Rachel were always hanging out; at one point he didn’t hesitate to blow you off for Rachel. It didn’t help that you were head-over-heels in love with the guy. Eventually, you couldn’t handle the heartache of watching them together anymore and started distancing yourself from Bruce. You didn’t really need to distance yourself from Rachel, there wasn’t much there in the first place. You were friends, sure, but not close friends.

You had just assumed that Bruce didn’t notice when you started giving dry responses and stopped trying to hang out with him since he never reached out, but oh boy did he notice. He started internally freaking out because he didn’t know what was wrong. He never tried to reach out to you because he was worried you were angry at him for some reason and wanted to give you space. Bad part about all this though, was this happened right around the time he left. He came back about seven years later with the only woman on his mind being Rachel.

His first week home however, he noticed you walking home. He was in his limo, so he instructed the driver to pull over immediately. He got out and rushed over to you and convinced you to let him give you a ride home. He kicked out the other two women he’d been with and practically forced you to tell him everything that had happened in your life while he was gone. You realized by how intently he listened that he truly did care about you deeply. In fact he convinced you to come visit him at the manor. Perhaps it was because he was starting to fall out of love with Rachel, but he’d been missing you for the last couple days.

You decided to take him up on that offer to hang out at the manor one evening. That evening turned into night and suddenly you both were having a lovely chat in Bruce’s bed. Sure, you used to share the same bed when you were younger, but this time seemed...different. Maybe the tension in the air... “...Yeah, I still really don’t like big parties like that.” He stumbled over the words, trying to fill the silence that kept creeping up on the two of you.

“Hey, remember when we were teenagers and we snuck away from that one party?” He recalled excitedly, snickering to himself. He was happy when you also laughed, but then both of you seemed to remember what you had snuck away to go do: make out. Maybe other things happened. It was just once though. So did it really matter now?