Falling In Love With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

"You always are. Don't let this get to you." I nodded, but the pains in my entire body made me remember I was not very strong any more. I would have argued to tell him that being a strong person did not mean that I did not feel anything, that my arms ached and my legs were trembling, my head was aching and my veins were screaming with every drop of my blood. But I didn't. I only nodded. Mira Lane,his female best friend, opened the door and walked in carrying a tray of food. She smiled at me, with her blonde hair falling down her shoulders perfectly. "Good morning, Damien, Elara. I brought breakfast."

) But let’s get to the point before you start rolling your eyes at me. ‎ ‎Somewhere along the way, between your ridiculous comebacks and your ability to make me want to pull my hair out and adore you at the same time… I fell for you. Hard. And trust me, Kiyara, I’m usually very good at maintaining my balance, but with you? I tripped, stumbled, and completely crashed ‎ You are my best friend, my personal headache, my chaos, and somehow… my peace. ‎

“I'm doing this for my business and my grandma so you know I can't choose just anyone. The person has to know me and be smart.” “So the best thing you could think about was to ask me, your best friend?” I was flabbergasted. “Gay best friend,” he clarified. I flinched, like I had been hit. “You're an asshole,” I hissed and turned to walk away when Ethan grabbed my wrist. “Wait, I didn't mean it that way!” He hugged me from behind. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't let go. I hate when he did this because it made my heart flutter uncontrollably.

I climbed onto the bed and soon fell asleep. The flashback ended, and I found myself still standing in the school corridor, wondering what to do next. I can't believe I just kissed Gabby. Watching her with Mason made me realize something. I couldn't stand the thought of another man having her.

She said, “You know I don’t love you, and yet you’re still wasting your time on me? That doesn’t sound like you.” “I’m confident in myself. Sooner or later, you’ll fall in love with me.” Asher smiled at her with a confidence that seemed to come from nowhere.

I moved without thinking, closing the distance between us in two long strides. My hand came up to grip her chin, tilting her face toward mine. Her skin was soft and warm beneath my fingers, and the contact sent heat racing through my veins. "You don't want to know." Her eyes widened, and for a moment, neither of us moved. The world narrowed to the space between us, to the way her pulse raced beneath my thumb. Then reality crashed back in. Fuck. What was I doing? This was my best friend's daughter, and I was holding her as though I had every right to touch her.

I tell my best friend. He chokes on his drink. His eyes go wide, blinking at me as if he misheard me. “Dawn.” “Not now, obviously. Just promise me you won’t let me turn twenty still a virgin,” I say, biting my lower lip. He stares at me like I just sprouted two horns. His eyes move slowly across my face. His lips part. He says nothing. “Dawn,” he whispers. I know Damian, though. He is my person. He won’t make fun of me or use this against me. I have heard that the first time hurts, and that is exactly why I want it to be with him. Someone who knows me. Someone who actually loves me.

I had to make sure my heart wouldn't break, so I stood taller, arching my back, willing the fear which grasped my heart tightly back down. "Adam, I guess I believe you. But I wish it were easier for me to see that you were truly real. I mean, come on, don't you know that I have been having these weird hallucinations?" I said while shrugging my shoulders, not ready to reveal what was laid upon my heart. Yet, Adam, my best friend from childhood, who's still married for Moon Goddess' sake, had this way about him that helps break down my walls. Which is something I had yearned for, for a long time. And now, being with him, which I know is forbidden, is something I desperately need.

The world had continued to exist in its usual arrangement and yet something felt fundamentally different about all of it, the way a room looks slightly unfamiliar after you have been away from it for a long time, even when nothing inside has changed. I had enjoyed the night. That was the honest part, the part I could admit to myself while I was still alone in the quiet of the room with nobody watching my face. I had enjoyed it more than I wanted to, and that was exactly where the problem began, because Matthew was not someone I was supposed to enjoy anything with. Matthew was Scott's best friend.

I smiled softly, staring at the coffee table in front of me. “You forced me to let you become my friend. You made it a point to remember things that I love. At some point you knew me better than I knew myself. You looked out for me, you took hits for me, even when you knew I could take them. You were ever the gentleman and it never bothered your ego that I never needed saving. It never bothered you that I never screamed for your help. You were my best friend. When I was with you I felt like a better person, and maybe I was a better person. Once I finally let you in my walls, we were completely glued by the hip. I was addicted to the feeling of being around you. When we’ were together, it’s l