Sleeping With Best Friend Novels & Stories

I take another deep breath in, trying to clear the smell from my nose and the sight from the back of my eyelids. My door bursts open and my best friend comes flying at me. At this point I think we should just share a room, with the amount of time he spends with me here. He says nothing, just climbs under the cushiony down blanket and wraps me in his arms, placing my head on his chest. His heartbeat and smell is comforting enough for me to fall back into a dreamless sleep.

The next thing I knew, I woke up that morning with him, in my bed, fucking naked. ​At first, it was weird. We didn't talk for a week. It was awkward as fuck. I just fucked my best friend. And that's where all our shit started. I don't know how many times it happened again. Damn, it was countless. We're both fucking each other. ​We both tried to stop it and turn to others, but we still ended up in each other's bed. ​I stopped contemplating when the helicopter that would take us suddenly arrived. I thought Jaydee was going to pilot us home.

My chest aches when I think about not sleeping in Six’s bed. Last night was the first time I had ever really slept with anyone else besides my dead friends and it had been wonderful. His soothing warmth had lulled me right to sleep, his strong lethal arms had made me feel safe and protected from my nightmares, and comforting words had brought such warmth to my heart.

I looked beyond him at where my hand was wrapped around his mother’s hip and then up into her beautiful face, still sleeping soundly. I snorted quietly because Lilith and I had ended up sleeping together last night… with Kaiden right between us. His pillows were thrown to my feet. It turned out to be one of the best nights of my life.

I slept eight hours straight for the first time in three weeks. Maybe it have something to do with my best friend's presence—she's still sleeping and hogging the bed, by the way, that girl—or, it's just that I feel so much lighter after unloading my baggage last night. Poor best friend had to listen to all of that. Maybe that's why she's still asleep. My drama is keeping her tied to the bed. Or, she's just dealing with her food coma.

What if? “That’s because I’m sleeping with our best friend, Lizzy.” “Is that it? Is that all? What else did you tell her?”

I didn't see anyone, so I motioned them to come in. ******* ( Olivia’s POV ) I fell asleep, words cannot describe how much of a bad best friend I am, well actually they probably could but don't tell Lena that. There must be something in the Best Friends rule book about not falling asleep before your friend gets back home and tells you all about the date right? Is the book even a real thing or did I make that up...know what I probably did.

I'm just trying to understand but I guess it's in my best interest to just be quiet and let it go. But I can't. "You know, you're the worst company ever. I just want to get my mind off things. I found out my boyfriend and my best friend slept together and he may have even gotten her pregnant at one point, so just do me a favor and talk before I lose my mind."

“Into our own bedroom? Your son’s best friend, June? Have you lost your damn mind? You have no shame at all, you pathetic slut.” For a second my chest locked up, breath caught somewhere behind my ribs. Then my fingers opened on their own and the dress slid onto the chair beside me, landing in a soft heap. I shifted my weight, and the floorboard gave a low creak under me. “If I’m everything you say I am,” I said, the words pushing out steadier than I expected, “then what would you call a man who sleeps with his wife’s best friend at our twentieth anniversary vow renewal?”

“I love you.” “I love you too. Now go to sleep. You have a community center to run.” I laughed—the first real laugh in days. “Goodnight, Ethan.” “Goodnight, Mia.” That night, I dreamed about Ava. We were back in her childhood bedroom, sitting on the floor, painting our nails. She was laughing at something I’d said, her head thrown back, her eyes bright. “I miss you,” I said. “I know.” “Do you think we’ll ever be friends again?”