Enemies to lovers
His voice was softer now, laced with fear of the answer.
Austin’s throat bobbed as he tried to swallow down his beer. He lifted his gaze, meeting Benjamin’s eyes finally, and the tears slipped free, rolling down his cheeks. His shoulders trembled. “I… I don’t know.”
The silence between them was heavy. Benjamin reached out, hesitating, then brushed his thumb across Austin’s cheek, wiping away a tear. His own eyes burned, though he forced a smile he didn’t feel. “Angela is bad news. Give it sometime you would move on from her.” He hung his right arm around Austin's shoulders, rubbing his best friend’s left forearm.