Lucky I'm In Love with my Best Friend
Just like I said, Elaine breathed out those words.
"Fine," I withdrew, accepting defeat. "But we're not best friends every time we are in that room, right?" I pouted toward the door across from us. "... Because there is no way a man and woman, even if they're best friends, would sleep together on one mattress."
"Shut up, Dylan," Elaine poked her face. "Better take a bath before you sleep in that room because I hate sleeping with my gay best friend, full of sweat."
Later that night, Elaine and I found ourselves entirely naked, kissing each other's lips. caressing each other's skins, and whispering our soft moans.
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