Novel & Cerita Slept With My Best Friend

Three Months Later Three months wasn’t enough time to recover I knew that the moment I stepped into the grand entrance hall of the Harrington Grand. Sophie had called this charity gala "therapy." A masquerade, Elle. Dancing, champagne, beautiful people. What she really meant was: stop drowning in your old life and prove you’re fine. But for the record, I wasn’t fine. I smoothed down the front of the borrowed navy gown and reminded myself how to breathe. Sophie had been my best friend since we were sixteen. She is an ultimate nepo baby and so effortlessly rich she didn’t even think about price tags. We met on my very first day at high school. I was the awkward scholarship girl and Sophie adop

And with that, he walked off. Alessia glared at his retreating figure. I cleared my throat. “Things seem tense. Brielle was right—you two need to get each other out of your systems,” I lowered my gaze. “Which you shouldn’t.” A casual relationship was a ticking time bomb from the start. I knew that better than anyone. I slept with my best friend’s brother to get it out of our systems. I fell in love. I got dumped. I lost my best friend of three years.

Shelly, ever the empathetic soul, listened patiently. She let me pour out every worry and fear, helping me unravel them without judgment. Despite the mix of emotions, a profound relief enveloped me. Knowing that the friendship we had nurtured over the years endured, unscathed by my impulsive actions. Losing Shelly would have been a blow I couldn’t bear, but her enduring support and understanding is why I'm endlessly grateful to call her my best friend. With a satisfied sigh, I finally decided to abandon the comfort of my bed to face the day. As I rub the remnants of sleep from my eyes, a light rapping sound echoes from the door. Intrigued.

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.

Spending last night at home with my best friend, eating snacks and watching movies, was exactly what the doctor ordered. Last night was the first time in a long time I've truly felt at peace. I even slept through the night. I can't recall the last time I had an unbroken sleep.

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.

Best friends who’d added incredible sex to the mix and somehow made it work. No drama, no jealousy, just trust and communication and really fucking good orgasms. “Best friends share everything,” I said, echoing that first night. “Damn right we do,” Douglas agreed, pulling me close. I snuggled into his chest. Cause best friends cuddled too.

I tell Colton as I stare at him eagerly, crossing my legs. He looks at me with hesitation and then shrugs. “Fine.” Colton tells me about his childhood and how he grew up. We basically talk all night until we finally get lulled into a peaceful sleep. Colton and I dozing off side by side. Never did I ever think I would have a best friend, and never did I ever think it would be Colton. But honestly, I wouldn’t ask for anyone else.

I haven’t seen my brother for the past year which is why I was so excited to meet him today but as soon as I entered the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend I stopped dead in my tracks with tears in my eyes, when I saw him fucking none other than my best friend Monique. They both were lying naked on my bed, with their moans echoing in the bedroom, the bedroom that I shared with my boyfriend Gabriel. “What the hell is going on over here?!” I cried and yelled out in anger and a heartbroken voice. “Oh my God, Juliet! What are you doing over here?” Gabriel pulled away from Monique in shock with his eyes opened wide as he stared at me while Monique sat there with a bitchy grin on her face,

Pulled myself back together. Because this morning… when I woke up with her beside me,her head resting close to mine,her body warm against my arm…I thought I was still dreaming.For years, I had thought about her like this. Alone at night, staring at the ceiling, whispering her name while I touched myself. Imagining what it would feel like to hold her. And now it had happened.I left early so she wouldn't feel embarrassed when she opened her eyes and found me there. I didn't want to make things strange between us. I thought distance would help.But then Millie walked her straight to me. Smiling. Completely unaware of what she was doing to me.