Novel & Cerita Sleeping With My Best Friend

She smiled now and leaned over to kiss me, and if I didn't know any better, I would think it was to stop me from asking any more questions. She nestled in my arms and wrestled the remote from me, and we lay side by side with my arms wrapped around her, stealing kisses, watching the telly. When she fell asleep a few hours later, I carried her to my bed and took her dress off before getting in and pulling her to me, and I fell asleep with her, and it was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.

She's an amazing best friend and sister. "I love you Lily." I smile at her. "I love you too. Now let's get some sleep in an actual bed." Lily shifts and we lay down on the bed. It's much comfier than the hospital bed. Soon enough, my eyes feel heavy and I fall asleep.

I shrugged like I just solved an annoying problem. "Okay, no one is repainting my bedroom! Now, tell me why you are still awake? Are you still worried that my parents will find out what happened today? It is why you are hiding out in my bedroom even though there are a million and one rooms much more convenient. Plus, two grown opposite sex adults having a sleepover without sex is not fun" my best friend told me. "I don't know. I just can't sleep. My mind won't let me" I pulled the covers over myself and went back to staring at the wall.

Cristina's PVO .. "I want you." "You're so handsome." [giggling] "I mean, you're so hot." "You're drunk; you might regret this in the morning." "I...I want to kiss your lips; they look so appetizing." God, I can barely get out of this bed. Everything's replaying in my head like a broken record. Why did I do that? What's wrong with me? I just cheated on my boyfriend with my best friend. I let him touch me like that... and God knows what else.

he said, and I let out a relieved sigh when he surprised me with his following words. “You’re sleeping with me.” Getting under the sheets, I wore a big oversized shirt and shorts I borrowed from his closet. I faced the wall when I felt his arm drape over my hips. His breath hot against my neck as he pulled me against his chest, my ass perched against his crotch. It felt weird, but when I reminded myself he’s my bestfriend and he’s just being sweet, like he always does, I had no problem falling into sleep. Two months later

They talked like old friends while we ate, laughing and teasing each other like they’d known each other for years. Later, Lydia threw some things into a bag and announced, “I’m sleeping at my boyfriend’s place tonight.” She shot me a mischievous smile as she left. “You can sleep over… keep her company.” And then, it was just Jayden and me. I changed into a tank top and shorts. We curled up in bed, cuddling and watching movies. He fell asleep first, and I kept scrolling through his phone, flipping through pictures and videos until I felt him shift behind me.

His grip tightened when I shifted, like he could feel the storm inside me even in his sleep. I pressed my face into his neck and whispered a truth I couldn’t say out loud in the daylight. “It’s too good to be true.” He didn’t stir. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe he did. Either way, I knew this peace wouldn’t last forever.

I thought I was back there. "You’re okay. It was just a nightmare," he murmured, pulling me into his chest. I didn't argue. I just let him hold me. The heat from his body was the only thing keeping the chill of the dream away. I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. Gradually, the exhaustion I’d been fighting all night finally won. I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, tucked safely against him.

Mia The day after I told Ava the truth, I couldn't get out of bed. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over. Her face when I said the words. The way her voice cracked when she said, "You're my best friend." The sound of her footsteps as she walked away from me in the hallway. I'd imagined this moment a hundred times. In my worst nightmares, she screamed at me, threw things, told me she wished I was dead. In my more hopeful fantasies, she cried, and I cried, and somehow, impossibly, she forgave me.