All Chapters of One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carissa’s POV When I came out, Dylan was no longer holding his phone. He was sipping coffee he must have made sometime earlier. The aroma of black coffee filled the room, bringing back memories of our mornings from before. Back then, before everything became complicated, we would often sit together, chatting lightly over coffee. Now, that cup was held by him alone.“I’m going out for a bit later,” he said softly, without looking at me.That was all. No further explanation. No invitation.I wanted to ask where he was going, but the words stayed stuck in my throat. I didn’t want to sound like I was interrogating him. So I simply nodded, then sat on the edge of the bed, trying to gather my thoughts.Time passed without me noticing. He left quietly, and all I heard was the sound of the door closing. It felt like a scene that had played out too often—he left, I stayed, and the house became far too quiet.

Carissa’s POV  Maybe, I thought, relationships grow like this—not from big explosions, but from small moments repeated every day. And I hoped these moments would be enough to slowly erase the distance between us.  I sat at the dining table, staring at the cup of tea in front of me. Steam rose slowly, drifting into the air like thin threads about to disappear. The house was still quiet. Only the soft hum of the fan in the corner filled the room, spinning lazily in a rhythm that was almost soothing.Dylan hadn’t come out of the bedroom yet. I didn’t know if he was still asleep or getting ready. This morning felt different—there was a kind of pause between us I couldn’t quite explain. Last night, I comforted myself by thinking that distance could be closed, but this morning… it felt as if it had returned, as though testing my patience.I lifted the cup, taking a small si

Carissa's POV Dylan didn't move, as if he understood I needed time to get comfortable in that position.  “I know,” I finally replied, my voice barely a whisper. “I don’t want to pretend I forgot either.” Silence fell between us again, but this time it wasn’t an awkward silence.More like the silence of a peaceful afternoon, where the only sounds were our synchronized breathing, and the beating of our hearts that seemed to match its rhythm. He stared at my hand in his, then carefully stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.The movement was repeated, small, almost insignificant, but it sent a warm feeling spreading to my fingertips. I glanced at him. “Are you always like this with everyone?” I asked, half joking.He shook his head slowly, the smile lingering at the corners of his lips. “No. Only with people

Carissa's POV I took a deep breath, holding back the emotions that suddenly felt too close to the surface. “You… don’t know how much that means to me.” “Then,” he lowered his head slightly, his voice growing softer, “I’ll tell you another time. So you won’t forget.” We didn’t talk much after that. We just exchanged glances every now and then, or smiled for no apparent reason. Time passed at the speed that only moments like these can—not too fast, but never completely still either. I didn’t know how much longer we would sit like this. But for once, I didn’t care. The world outside could wait. Dylan didn’t look at me again immediately. He just sighed, then tilted his body slightly, almost eliminating the distance between us. Outside, the afternoon sky was beginning to turn a deep blue. The lights in

Carissa's POV “Did you sleep well?” Dylan asked, returning his attention to the cup he was filling. I nodded. “Good. You?” “Not bad,” he replied, then glanced away briefly. “Do you like tea or coffee in the morning?” It was a simple question, but it felt like he had just opened a small window into me. I took a deep breath before answering. “Tea. Coffee sometimes makes me too anxious.” He nodded, as if registering something in his head. “Okay. Hot tea, coming soon.” I chuckled, then walked over. “Can I help you?”  He turned his head, his eyes lingering on me for a few seconds. “Just sit down. I’ll make it.” I complied, sitting in a chair near the table. From there, I could see him more clearly—the way he measured th