"I don't think I'm going to get bored too easily," Diar says.
Diar is affectionate and teasing, kissing you until you're breathless and then exploring the lines of your body through your clothes as if she's seeing them for the first time. You spend quite some time exploring, although you're both still wearing a few essential articles of clothing when you finish.
"I always thought you saw me as a younger brother who didn't have a lot of sense," you say eventually.
"I'm not saying you have a lot of sense," Diar teases, and then sobers. "You were always there for me while I had all kinds of drama. And you had all kinds of drama of your own. But with me you were steady and funny and so handsome that I figured you had to be out of my league. I wanted you to find someone who would be good for you. But maybe I could be good for you."
"You are," you assure her. "You're my best friend. I don't want that to change."
"It won't," Diar says. "But we could stop taking each other for granted while we chase other people." Diar rests her shoulder warm against yours. "Because I think we've been missing out on something great right here."
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