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Hooking up with my best friend’s crush
Hooking up with my best friend’s crush
ผู้แต่ง: Eyimofe

Chapter 1

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The dining room glows warm under the chandelier, plates clinking, laughter bouncing off the walls. Snow dusts the windows outside—fat flakes still falling slow and silent—but in here it’s all heat: roasted meat, garlic, wine, Gwen’s mom’s famous casserole. Family and close friends around the long table. Cozy. Safe.

Or so I thought.

I’m mid-sip of coffee when the front door opens. Gwen jumps up, squealing. “CK’s here!”

I glance up casually.

Then freeze.

Tall. Broad. Shaved head shining under the light, thick beard framing a jaw I know too well. Dark jacket still dusted with snow. Same heavy eyes that stared down at me last night while I arched and begged.

The coffee scalds my tongue. I choke. Hot liquid sprays from my mouth in a messy arc—across the tablecloth, my lap, the plate in front of me. I cough violently, chest seizing, eyes watering like I’ve been punched.

Gwen rushes over. “Selene! Oh my god, you okay?”

I wave her off, coughing harder, napkin pressed to my mouth. “F-fine… went down wrong…”

But I’m not fine.

Everyone’s staring now—Gwen’s mom, her dad, cousins, aunts. And him. Christian. The man whose name I moaned like a maniac last night, legs wrapped around him, nails in his back, coming so hard I forgot how to breathe. The stranger I thought I’d never see again. One wild, unforgettable night in a storm. Done. Forgotten.

Except he’s standing right here.

Gwen laughs nervously, patting my back. “Breathe, girl. CK, come sit—this is my best friend Selene. She’s usually smoother than this.”

He moves closer—slow, deliberate—eyes locked on mine with that same quiet intensity. “Nice to meet you… again.”

My stomach drops.

Gwen blinks. “Again?”

I force words out, voice hoarse. “We… ran into each other last night. At the bar. Didn’t realize…”

He sits across from me, casual as hell. “Yeah. Small world.”

The table erupts in chatter—“How funny!” “What are the odds?”—but I barely hear it. My phone’s already in my lap under the tablecloth. I open the gallery. Pull up Gwen’s favorite old photo of him: blonde waves, clean-shaven, smiling wide like the sun never sets.

I glance up.

Back to the phone.

Up again.

Shaved head. Thick beard. Tired shadows under those eyes. But the tilt of his head. The set of his shoulders. The low, rough voice that growled my name while he drove into me.

Christian Knight.

The pieces slam together in my brain like a puzzle I never wanted solved.

Christian Knight = C.K.

C.K. = Gwen’s lifelong crush.

The guy she’s talked about since we were teens.

The one she still sighs over in drunk texts.

The same man I let fuck me senseless last night—loud, desperate, no holds barred—thinking it was just a one-time thing.

My best friend’s family friend.

Sitting three feet away.

While she beams at him like he’s the answer to every prayer.

I feel the blood drain from my face. Nausea rolls in. Guilt hits like ice water.

He catches my eye again—subtle, unreadable—but there’s a flicker. He knows I know.

Gwen leans over, whispering excitedly. “Isn’t he even hotter in person? The beard suits him.”

I force a smile, stomach churning. “Yeah… suits him.”

Under the table, my hands shake so hard I nearly drop the phone.

I’m in the deepest shit of my life.

And the dinner’s just getting started.

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  • Hooking up with my best friend’s crush    Chapter 6

    Later that afternoon, the three of us stand in the apartment parking lot, snow slush under our boots, breath fogging in the cold. Christian’s trunk is open, a couple of duffel bags and a suitcase already on the ground. Gwen is buzzing—carrying one bag like it’s a trophy, chatting nonstop about how “this is going to be so fun.” I’m carrying nothing. My arms are crossed tight over my chest, like that can hold everything inside. We climb the stairs in silence except for Gwen’s voice echoing off the concrete. “The spare room is perfect. It’s right across from ours—super convenient. And the bathroom’s shared, but it’s big enough for three people. No fighting over the hot water… much.” Shared. The word lands like a brick in my gut. Christian nods. “Appreciate it. Really.” I don’t speak. I can’t. Every step feels like walking into a trap I set myself. Inside the apartment, the hallway is narrow—too narrow. Gwen leads the way, flipping on lights. “Here it is!” She pushes o

  • Hooking up with my best friend’s crush    Chapter 5

    Three long days drag by like torture. Every glance across the table, every accidental brush in the hallway, every time Gwen laughs at something he says—I feel it like a knife twist. But he’s leaving today. Finally. I’m relieved but it’s hard to comprehend how I truly feel, am I really happy his leaving or happy I didn’t get caught. But finally I can breathe again. My chest lifts, feels so light for the first time since that night. No more stolen looks. No more kitchen shadows. No more wondering if Gwen will catch us. We’re all in the foyer. Bags packed. Snow melting outside, sun cutting through the windows in watery gold. Gwen’s mom hugs him tight. “You sure you don’t want breakfast before you go?” He smiles—polite, tired. “I’m actually good. I appreciate the effort.” Hugs go around. Dad claps his shoulder. “Safe drive, kid.” I hang back. When he turns to me, I extend my hand—stiff, formal. No hug. No eye contact. He takes it. His palm is warm. Too warm. Fingers linger o

  • Hooking up with my best friend’s crush    Chapter 4

    Gwen’s voice drifts down the stairs again, closer than ever this time—sleepy but alert. “Selene?is that you? I heard… a moan or something. You okay over there?” My heart stops in fear. Christian’s mouth is still pressed between my thighs, his tongue still frozen mid-lick. His hands grip my hips like iron. I feel his breath hot and ragged against me, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare. Footsteps, —soft, padding closer. Panic explodes in my chest. I shove his head back—hard. He ducks instantly, dropping low, sliding under the counter island in one sharp fluid motion. Shirtless, briefs straining, body coiled tight. He presses against the cabinets, holding his breath, eyes wide up at me in the dark. I yank my shorts and panties up in one frantic pull, heart jackhammering so loud I’m sure she’ll hear it. The kitchen door swings open. Gwen stands there in her oversized sleep shirt, hair messy, rubbing one eye. “Selene? You’re here, i, I swear I heard something. Like… a gr

  • Hooking up with my best friend’s crush    Chapter 3

    Gwen’s bedroom smells like vanilla candles and the faint citrus of her perfume. We’re sprawled on her bed like we used to when we were sixteen—legs tangled under a throw blanket, fairy lights glowing soft above the headboard. Snow has started again outside, tapping the window like impatient fingers. Gwen’s propped on pillows, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of CK while she talks a mile a minute. “…and remember when he used to sneak us into the community pool after hours? God, he was so reckless back then. Blonde hair flopping everywhere, always grinning like trouble was his middle name.” She laughs, nostalgic and bright. “Now look at him—law school done, beard, all serious and broody. Hotter, though. Don’t you think?” I force a smile, stomach knotted. “Yeah. Different vibe.” She sighs dreamily. “I still can’t believe he’s back. Even if it’s just for a week. I mean, what if this is it? What if he finally sees me as more than the little sister type?” Her words twis

  • Hooking up with my best friend’s crush    Chapter 2

    The table settles back into rhythm after my coffee disaster. Napkins dab at stains, Gwen’s mom laughs it off with “happens to the best of us,” and plates start passing again. I keep my head down, forcing bites of casserole I can’t taste, every nerve screaming. CK—Christian—sits directly across from me, calm as stone. He answers questions like he’s used to them. Gwen’s dad leans forward first. “So, CK, how’re your folks doing? We haven’t seen them since that reunion last summer.” Christian sets his fork down, voice even. “They’re good. Mom’s still teaching piano, Dad’s semi-retired now. They wanted to come tonight, but the storm locked them in up north. Said to tell you they miss the old days—roommates in that tiny apartment, fighting over who got the good couch.” Gwen’s mom sighs fondly. “God, those stories. Your dad used to sneak in pizza at 2 a.m. when we were all broke and starving. We were convinced we’d rule the world back then.” Christian gives a small, tired smile.

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