Everyone always said falling in love with your best friend was a line you shouldn’t cross. A rule you shouldn’t break. You followed the golden rule with Jensen your whole life. At least, you thought you had. Staring at him across the table at your usual Friday night hangout, you realized somewhere, somehow, something had shifted.
It was the way his freckles dusted his face under the bar lights.
It was the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed.
It was the way he threw his entire body, heart, and soul into those laughs.
It was the way he rubbed the back of his neck when he was nervous.
It was the way his perfect eyelashes fluttered along his face when he blinked. It was the way those same beautiful lashes tickled your face whenever he got close enough that you could feel them.
It was the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you like you were the only person in the room. Were they always that color green? How had you never noticed before?
It was the way his hair felt, soft and velvety between your fingers when you absently ran them through his hair.
It was the way he smelled. That indescribable smell that to you was simply and uniquely Jensen.
It was the way he protected you and made you feel safe. Nobody ever hurt you or they’d die and he made sure they knew it.
It was the way he hugged you. Warm and inviting. Safe and home.
It was the way he kissed your forehead and the softness of those warm, plump lips against your skin.
It was the way he took you home and tucked you into bed when you had too much to drink.
It was the way he held you in his arms while you cried and didn’t push you to talk. He didn’t ask questions, just offered comfort until the storm passed.
It was the late night phone calls and falling asleep on the phone or Facetime.
It was the way he’d convinced you to move to a whole new country with him.
It was the way one of you would show up at the other’s apartment in the middle of the night for no reason other than you missed each other and spending the night in each other’s beds without a hint of awkwardness.
It was the way he sang to you when he was too scared to sing to anyone else, including his own mother. But he could always be open with you.
It was the way he never left you behind when he became an actor and you stayed a small town girl. He was still the same adorable dork you knew your entire life. Hollywood didn’t change him and it never would.
“Earth to Y/N.” Jensen snapped his fingers in front of your face and you blinked yourself back to reality. “Jesus, sweetheart, I’ve been saying your name for the last 10 minutes. What happened?” Everything he was saying was still background noise over the beating of your heart and the blood whooshing through your ears, but it was now or never.
“I love you.”
It was the way he dove across the table, sending the food and drinks crashing to the ground and gripping your face in his warm, soft hands, pulling you into a searing kiss, that told you he loved you too.
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