Novel & Cerita Boyfriend And Best Friend

Best friend. What even is that, really? We all throw the term around, but if you stop and think about it, it’s something far more profound. A best friend is that person who doesn’t just know your secrets; they know you, the you beneath all the layers. They’re the one who sticks by your side through every high and low, cheering you on even when you don’t believe in yourself and calling you out when you’re on some nonsense. They’re like family, but they’re different from family too. They’re a choice, a bond built from every shared laugh, every late-night confession, every moment you thought no one else would understand.

“Just you and Raven mostly.” “And Kieran, and Anders, and Matilda, and Aubrey, and Maven—” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I groan. “I don’t know, there just hasn’t been a reason to talk to him.” He shrugs, but I notice the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “I just think my boyfriend and my best friend should get along.” His words freeze me. “Best friend?” “Yeah,” he says softly, smiling like he’s scared I’ll take it back. “I’ve never had many friends outside my family and Damon. But I think I’d call you my best friend.”

She looked up at him. He instantly nodded. She nodded, "Yeah. But, it was pretty good though. With Kris, I slowly began to see why people wanted boyfriends. I'd think up crazy ideas and while I'd want to tell my friends, I didn't because I always felt like I be disturbing them with my silliness, but with Kris? It was like I knew I was disturbing but I didn't care." She chuckled. "He was attentive and nice and gave really nice hugs. He felt more like a super bestfriend than a boyfriend, but isn't that what a boyfriend should be though? A bestfriend, a brother when you need him to be, a father when you need him to be and vice versa? Does that make sense?"

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

“You’re awfully nosy for someone who’s also dating her brother’s best friend .” “Touché.” She folded her arms, leaning on the counter. “So? Spill. What happened? Did he finally stop acting like an emotionally constipated idiot?” I bit my lip, trying not to smile too hard. “He asked me to be his girlfriend.” Liv gasped so loudly she almost dropped her spoon. “What?! Oh my God—FINALLY!” Her excitement made me laugh. She grabbed my hands, practically bouncing on her toes. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you guys to get over yourselves and just admit it?”

She was defending me because she thought I was dating Tracy's elder brother. " It's the younger brother .......". I replied waiting for her to yell . She kept mute for a while something that is very unlike her . " So what if he's younger ? Who cares? She loves him and that's all that matters". She eventually replied and I smiled gently . " My boyfriend is three years younger than I am and we don't care ,his family knows and we are doing fine ,it's your friend's bestie and that's just problematic !" She continued and I didn't know when I stood up and hugged her .

Jeff said and he followed his eyes. "Who is she?" "She's my friend, Ariana meet my boss Michael" Jeff introduced. "Hi nice to meet you" Ariana smiled. "You too. So do you know how to bowl?" "No but I can learn" she answered. "I'll teach you, come with me" Jeff stated. Michael cornered Jeff."Is she your girlfriend?" "No, she's just a friend" he smiled. "You fancy her" Michael teased and Jeff blushed. "Well...yes" "I knew it, she's really pretty. I like her" he stated and he glanced at Ariana who sat down waiting for Jeff.

"You don't know how much I miss you Ath. I miss you so much. But, you didn't even tell me that you miss me too. You're avoiding me— she cut off the rest of what he was going to say. "Because you have a girlfriend. Wrong. It is wrong to see we're still close, Luke. You have a girlfriend, and I'm a woman. Even if we're just friends, I'm still a woman. I know she'll be hurt when she sees we're still together. So please, bear with me Luke. Even though we're not always together, you're still my best friend. " she said and stared into his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked down.