I should preface this with saying that when I first met him I thought he was hot, but I was dating his roommate so it was off the table. And I did not really think of him in any way other than a friend for a long time
Until one day we were sitting in a circle with friends, he was across from me, wearing a white button down tucked into some jeans, chatting with our friend, and I found myself thinking I needed to go be on his lap.
Then sort of freaked out internally, and thus began months of moments like this coming up and me squashing them down until eventually I couldn’t ignore the fact that I liked him and now we are married.