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2025-07-17 01:32:00Carissa's POV
I didn’t go to sleep fast that night. After Mom went inside and told me to come, I stayed in my old room, looking at the moving dark shapes on the roof, moving softly from the drapes pushed by the wind.
The soft smell of mothballs and old timber from the worn closet took me back to my tricky teen years. It felt odd to be in this room—not as a young graduate full of hopes but as a lady who had fallen, got hurt, and was now trying to rise again with wounds that hadn’t fully healed.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," I said without turning.
Mom showed up, holding a cup of warm milk in her hands “I thought you weren’t asleep yet,” she said softly.
I grinned a bit. “It’s been a long time since a person gave me milk like that.”
She sat on the side of the bed, she look
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One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 21
Carissa's POVMom shook her head slowly. “You’ve turned into a smart gal, Carissa.”I grinned. But inside, I knew the trip was not done. There were still gaps I had to fill, hurts I needed to respect, and moments I had to learn to let go ofBut at least, today… I moved a bit slower and a bit more true.Sometimes, that’s the hardest part.That day, after coming back from the store and taking a break for a bit in my old room I got a note from Dylan.[Had enough time being a stay-at-home daughter?]I grinned at the message my hands went fast to answer.Just got up from a nap. I did not think my old room was so comfy.[The one with the cartoon stickers on the walls?][Don’t remind me. That’s embarrassing.][I’m nearby.
One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 20
Carissa's POVI didn’t go to sleep fast that night. After Mom went inside and told me to come, I stayed in my old room, looking at the moving dark shapes on the roof, moving softly from the drapes pushed by the wind.The soft smell of mothballs and old timber from the worn closet took me back to my tricky teen years. It felt odd to be in this room—not as a young graduate full of hopes but as a lady who had fallen, got hurt, and was now trying to rise again with wounds that hadn’t fully healed.There was a soft knock at the door."Come in," I said without turning.Mom showed up, holding a cup of warm milk in her hands “I thought you weren’t asleep yet,” she said softly.I grinned a bit. “It’s been a long time since a person gave me milk like that.”She sat on the side of the bed, she look
One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 19
Carissa's POVI looked at the tiny charm. Just a simple silver ring but back in that time, Dylan said it stood for a "promise that won't break".Ironic.I took a breath and put the necklace back in the drawer. I wasn’t ready to think about it too long.I sat back on the bed. The night wasn’t too late yet but my head felt heavy from all the feelings. And just then a soft knock come at the door.Knock... knock...I cracked the door a bit. Mom was there, not wearing her apron, but in a gray nightgown, her hair loose.“You’re still up?” she asked softly.I shook my hea͏d. “I can’t sleep.”Mom came in and, without saying a lot, sat on the side of my bed. I followed, sitting next to her. It felt like I was a kid again waiting for a bedtime tale—even if this
One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 18
Carissa's POVAfter the meal was done and Dad had gone to his work room, I sat in the living space with a cup of tea. Mom was still in the cooking area, putting away dishes with moves that were just a bit too slow to be by chance.I saw her a bit bent over. Her hair was tidy and fastened up, and the apron she had on felt like part of her—so known, so hers.“Let me help,” I finally said.Mom looked at me. “No need to just sit. You’re a guest now”I nipped my lip. There was a thing in her voice. Not wrath, not chill. But... sourness“Don’t say that, Mom.”She no answer. She put the last plate, took off a apron, and sat in chair across from me. Her eyes looked to the rain-marked window. Her image in glass showed the marks of tiredness on her face—marks that I may be caused.
One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 17
Carissa's POVThat night my flat felt more calm than normal. I had switched off the lights in the lounge on purpose, leaving just a soft shine from the kitchen and one tiny candle on the coffee table. The rain, which had been coming down since the afternoon, still dripped softly, its noise filling the quiet between Dylan and me as we sat opposite each other on the sofa.I held a cup of hot tea, while Dylan looked out the window, sometimes sneaking a peek at me. We did not chat about anything big. But maybe this wasn’t a night for huge talks just sitting together and letting the being fill the room often taken up by awkwardness.“I kn͏ow,” I said at last, “I thought you kind of person who didn’t know how to be silent.”He turned and gave a weak grin. “I chatted much in the past since I was afraid.”“Scared?”
One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend 16
Carissa's POVI didn’t answer. But for the first time, his words didn’t feel tricky. They sounded.. tired. But real.The eatery was alike. The old lights that hung, the wooden desks, and a small fish pool that had once seen our biggest fight.We sat in the same corner.A server gave us water and menus but we didn't use them yet.“Do you remember that night?” Dylan asked.“Which one?” I asked back."The one where you hit me cause I said you were too touchy."I tried not to chuckle. “You really deserved a couple slaps, to be fair.”Dylan laughed. “After that, I saw... you were not a lady I could boss around. But I was too hard-headed to say it."“You never apologized that night.”“I’
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