All Chapters of One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Carissa's POV We stepped outside. The morning air immediately greeted us, cool but fresh, with the scent of damp earth. The streets around the house were quiet, with only the occasional bird call or wind rustling the leaves. We walked side by side, not too close, but not too far apart. The distance felt just right—enough to give us space, but also enough to feel like we were being accompanied. At first, we didn't say much. We just walked, letting the sound of our footsteps be the background music. But the silence felt soothing. Every now and then, I glanced at Dylan. He walked calmly, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the road ahead or the blue sky. There was a calmness I rarely see in others—like he wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere. “Do you usually take morning walks?” I finally asked. He shook his head. “Rarely. I usually go for a

Carissa's POV “Don’t you feel lonely?” I asked cautiously. Dylan thought for a moment. “Sometimes, yes. But over time, I got used to it. Loneliness… isn’t an enemy, more like an old friend that comes and goes.” I gripped the pillow tighter. “I understand what you mean.” He turned his head and looked at me. “Do you feel the same way?” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I often feel that way. There are moments when I’m surrounded by people, but I still feel alone. Oddly enough, there are moments when I’m alone, but I feel full.” He didn’t answer immediately, just stared at me for a moment longer than usual. That gaze wasn’t just listening, but understanding. And I realized this was one of the reasons his presence felt different. He wasn’t just there, but truly present.

Carissa's POV I sighed, then smiled slightly. “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” He shook his head. “No. In fact, it’s nice to see you sleeping peacefully.” Those words made me pause. There was no joking tone in his voice, just a quiet but deep sincerity. I stared at him for a long moment, then said almost in a whisper, “Thank you.” He just smiled, closing his book again. Something had changed since then, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It wasn’t anything major, nor anything dramatic. Just… a thin layer that suddenly made everything feel closer. I was getting used to his presence. Not in the sense of a tiring routine, but more like a sweet habit that felt odd when it disappeared. The sound of his footsteps in the next room, the way he typed with an unsteady rhythm, even his habit

Carissa's POV  First, Dylan's secret. It was obvious, the thickest thread. I didn't know what he was hiding, but its shadow lingered in the gaps between our conversations. Every time he fell silent for too long, every time his eyes stared blankly before returning to a smile, I knew there was something behind it. Second, my own heart. I began to wonder, could I wait? Was my love patient enough? Or was I just deluding myself into thinking I could accept all this without knowing anything? Third, the outside world. Even though we'd tried to create our own peaceful space, there were still doors and windows. I couldn't close them all. There were messages from friends, from family, who sometimes asked questions—about me, about him. And every time that happened, I felt caught between two sides, wanting to be honest, but also wanting to protect what was still fragile between us.  One afternoon

Carissa's POV I wanted to know who it was to. But I held back. Finally, he turned off his phone and set it on the table, louder than usual. I jumped slightly. He quickly raised his hand, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I nodded and closed my book. “You want to tell me anything, Dylan? Even if it’s only half.” He stared at me for a long moment. “Are you sure?” I sighed. “I’m more afraid of you keeping it to yourself than of me hearing something that might be serious.” Dylan lowered his head. There was a long pause before he finally said, very quietly, “There’s someone I hurt in the past. And I don’t know when… or if they’ll ever show up again.” The words lingered in the air, thin but piercing. I waited. But he