Sleeping With My Best Friend Novels & Stories

I slowly peeled the blanket off and sat on the edge of my bed, stretching my arms with a yawn. I barely got enough sleep last night. All I could do was toss and turn, thinking about what could have happened if the lights in the elevator didn’t come back on. Maybe the way Cole leaned into me was all in my head, or maybe that’s what I kept telling myself so I could feel less guilty and fall asleep with a clear head. But waking up, everything came crashing down on me like a wave, making me slap my palms over my face and scream into them. I couldn’t believe the first thing I thought of doing when the place went dark was to move into him, but then there was the way his body felt so warm and famil

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.

But look what happened from the moment we actually fucked until now, sitting down on this very same table, enjoying our lunch as if we're the best friends we were yesterday. "We did it once, we can surely do it again." He adds, when I remain silent even after I've finished munching. He's right. We did it once when we turned from sugarbaby-sugardaddy to bestfriends, going from fucking to friendship. Perhaps we will survive another episode of that. "Maybe." I finally respond to him. "Does that mean you don't want to sleep with me anymore?" "Define sleep-with-you." Because all these while we’ve been sleeping together.

We were acting and living our lives normally. No awkwardness. Just casual. We both look like best friends who freely share their thoughts with each other. I lay down on the soft bed. Immediately I felt the fatigue of my body. A few minutes later I fell asleep.

"Nice to meet you," Collen quickly took my hands and shook them. My hands fell limp to my side. "Is everything okay?" Hannah asked, her green eyes searching mine. "Yeah, just that um, I was about to go to bed when you came," I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating not just within my chest but I could hear it in head. This was the first time I had lied to my best friend in all our twelve years of being friends. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay up with us to watch a movie."

I wasn't sure. With trembling hands I pushed myself off him. My face heated up, the sinking feeling in my stomach growing. "Oh Goddess," I muttered, tears of shame pricking the corners of my eyes. “This can't be happening, no I didn't sleep with my best friend. I did not just give him my first. I did not just get rammed by Asher freaking Asher. What have I done? What have i done? I caused this!” I whispered as I felt on the floor.

He slid in next to me without hesitation, moving in time with the music but not forcing it—like he understood rhythm was an invitation, not a demand. “Buy you a drink?” he leaned close, voice warm against my ear. Normally, I would’ve brushed him off. But tonight wasn’t normal. Tonight was sequins and sweat and tequila shots. Tonight was bad decisions with good friends. “Sure,” I said. The hours blurred after that—drinks, dancing, touches that lingered longer than they should have. When Maya noticed him slip an arm around me, she gave me a wild grin and a thumbs-up. Aria mouthed, Finally, while Sophie just smirked and muttered something that looked a lot like, “Regrettable.”

she teased, clearly enjoying herself. Her words hit me like ice water, and I shot upright in bed. My heart skipped. Maddie… if only you knew. A hot guy did keep me up all night, your brother. Unless… God, what if that had only been another one of my dirty fantasies about him? But I did not have to question it for long. A solid, warm arm, tattoo and all, was resting heavy across my waist. My stomach twisted into knots. Oh no. This was not a dream. It was real. I had actually slept with my best friend’s brother. That officially made me the worst best friend on the planet.

Now, good night I am sleepy" I said and fake yawned. She laughed and waved at me and we both bid our goodnight. I strolled toward my room and opened the door and stepping inside I closed it behind me. I removed my sandals and threw my bag on the sofa and jumped on the bed where Susannah was sleeping, without making much noise I slid inside the comforter. And placed my hand on her tummy and my leg on hers. I know it may look weird to people that how could I sleep like this with my best friend but to me, it is my love language. I am obsessed with cuddling. However, no one comes closer to Agastya and Dad because they are my big teddy bear.

Besides, sleeping in the same bed as my best friend’s sister wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done…or would do. Not by a long shot.