Bedroom Besties Novels & Stories

I had completely forgotten that I wasn't alone in the room. We were currently in my room at my house... Our room as I would call it as our relationship had gotten deeper into the depths that for my possessions I don't use the word ' My ' but in place of it, I use ' Our ' I had come to believe that whatever is mine is hers and vice versa. Don't get me wrong, we aren't Married couples or lesbians. We are Just Two girls who became best friends..... Twins actually, from different fathers and mothers.

Lots of pack wolves said hello to me, Brody glared at any of the unmated males that did so. Then he came to stop in front of a white door on the empty side of the pack house. "This side of the pack house is just for us" Brody said as the door opened. "Wait, are we sharing a bed?" I asked him nervously as I looked around the bedroom. It had a large white poster bed, a walk-in closet, a balcony and a connecting bathroom. The room was decorated white and purple; it was both tasteful and smart. "Yes, why don't you want to share a bed with me, sweetheart?" he chuckled as his arms wrapped around me from behind.

Roommates 7 Harley stared at him as he cleared up his relationship with the girl living opposite her. She's his older sister. "Oh." she muttered. "See, it was an absurd thing to say, Skylar being my girl friend..." he shuddered. "So you mistook my room for your sister's and you're here now." she stated out and nodded walking towards the door. "Since you're not unconscious, I think you should head to skylar room instead." she said unhooking the locks.

normal. The kind of normal I hadn't allowed myself to feel in months, not since the Syndicate, the fires, the betrayals. After breakfast, Damian stretched, yawned, and leaned back against the couch. "You're keeping me up with your commentary," he said. "I'm saving my best thoughts for later," I teased, curling up beside him. He pulled me close, his arm brushing against my side. There was an intimacy in the gesture that made my heart skip. My chest tightened and loosened all at once, that delicious, dangerous flutter of anticipation.

Didn't they say that at Medical School? I was laughing so hard I had my stomach. You two are terrible crazy! And even then I could not suppress smiling as I hung the mobile over the crib and stacked the dresser--half-stacked, at least, as Zach had to help me--then rearranged. Nursery was at last as babyish a room as possible. Light pastel walls, small stuffed animals in a row, the crib standing in the corner waiting. And it was just and notwithstanding all the sniping. I leaned back in the rocking chair, patting my stomach and the twins shifted inside. This they will like, I thought to myself.

she said finally as we got to sorting out our stuff. The room was compact, with two twin beds placed on opposite sides, each with an assortment of throw pillows. A large window lets in natural light and is adorned with curtains in a soft, pastel color. We each got our own wardrobes and reading tables. Overall, I couldn't have asked for more.

But it seemed to make them happy. "It would be safer that way," Scarlett said, "Not driving, I mean." "I guess it does make sense," Ariana said. Zoey led us down the hall to the master bedroom and let us in. The room was quite luxurious with a king-sized bed, a massive flatscreen TV, and a private bathroom off to the side. Again, I was shocked at how well Brian and Zoey seemed to live. I thought Ariana and I did pretty well for ourselves but compared to this couple we lived like animals.

I supposed we had reached the phase in our relationship where we could have our own spaces while still choosing to sleep together every night in a shared bedroom. Either that or I simply needed more closet space than the master bedroom could provide. Whatever the reason, I knew it had to be something innocuous. With a timeless love like the one between Damien and me, those were the only possible explanations. There was no way we were sleeping separately because we were fighting or something. As I was walking around, the girls came home. Rushing into the house, they immediately called out for me. “Mommy! We’re home!” I dropped everything and went down to greet them, earning twin hugs as I did

Chapter 72 Sleepover and a Stroll After my baby shower, the twins hosted an epic sleepover, transforming our living room into a gamer's paradise. Their cousins Sarah, Storm, and Eric, joined Oliver, and Abigail all gathered together, each with their high-tech gaming chairs positioned in front of the massive widescreen TV/monitor. The room was aglow with the soft hum of consoles, and the excitement of friendly competition. The air was electric with anticipation as they embarked on an all-night gaming marathon, fueled by snacks, drinks, and their shared passion for adventure.

Just like I said, Elaine breathed out those words. "Fine," I withdrew, accepting defeat. "But we're not best friends every time we are in that room, right?" I pouted toward the door across from us. "... Because there is no way a man and woman, even if they're best friends, would sleep together on one mattress." "Shut up, Dylan," Elaine poked her face. "Better take a bath before you sleep in that room because I hate sleeping with my gay best friend, full of sweat." Later that night, Elaine and I found ourselves entirely naked, kissing each other's lips. caressing each other's skins, and whispering our soft moans.