Slept With My Best Friend の小説・ストーリー

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

For three years, Damon had existed at the center of my world so completely that sometimes I genuinely struggled to remember what my life looked like before him. At first, he was simply my best friend. The charming, frustratingly handsome business student who sat beside me during freshman orientation while making sarcastic comments under his breath about the dean’s painfully long speech, and by the end of that day, we were already laughing together like we had known each other forever. Then came the late night study sessions, the coffee dates that stopped feeling platonic far too quickly. And eventually, Damon became the person I called first every morning and the last person I spoke to every

I was just too exhausted to think of anything other than wanting to get to bed and sleep by the end of the night. "I'll be fine. Thank you for dropping me off, Brooks. You're still the best." I said, placing my hand on his cheek. He smiled, pursing his lips into a thin line and sighing. "Alright. Have a good and restful night you party animal, and no more crying. We'll get through this. I promise. I'll have your car dropped off tomorrow. Let's do lunch tomorrow before I gotta head out to Tulum," he says, making me nod in agreement as I close my eyes feeling my eyelids heavy.

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.

Can’t sleep. Jordan: Same. Miley: Let me guess. Scott kept you up playing video games again? Jordan: He tried. I wasn’t really in the mood tonight. Miley: You? Not in the mood to play games? Wow, the world’s ending. Jordan: Ha. Funny. Just been thinking a lot. About… stuff. Miley: What kind of stuff? Jordan: The kind I don’t usually talk about. But I kinda want to tonight. I sat up, pulling the blanket around me. His tone was different — softer, uncertain. It wasn’t the teasing Jordan everyone else saw.

“On my eighteenth birthday… I felt the mate bond.” Her chest tightened again at the memory. “The pull was so strong. I didn’t even question it. I just followed it.” She closed her eyes briefly. “And it led me to his room.” Silence. Xander didn’t need her to say the rest. But she did anyway. “I found them together.” Her voice dropped. Barely above a whisper. “Not by accident. Not a mistake.” Her fingers curled slightly. “They weren’t surprised to see each other. They weren’t confused.”

The kind of hug you give when you don't know if you'll see the person again. "Thank you," I whispered against her shoulder. "For everything. For supporting me. For not judging me. For being here." "Don't thank me, you idiot," she answered, her voice breaking. "You're my best friend. I'd go to the end of the world with you." "That's where we're going," I said, trying to laugh. "Almost." Nathalie pulled back. Looked at my face. Her eyes traced my features as if she were memorizing every detail.

We finally washed each other, taking our time to lather up with the soft soap, kissing and holding each other in between before we finally made it into bed. I was anxious for tomorrow, I knew we all were. But for tonight, I led in his arms and savoured it, knowing it would be our last night together, just me and him for a while. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him as I snuggled into his chest. I let myself fall asleep smiling, at how comfortable and natural being with him felt. He was my best friend and now the love of my life!

I demanded, and he just grinned. I don’t quite remember how having a few shots and dancing the night away with a good friend led to committing my biggest mistake of my life, but it did. The next morning, I woke up in a warm embrace under a strong arm. I turned in his hold and studied Josh’s sleeping face. I have known him for as long as I could remember, and he was the best friend anyone could ask for. What have we done? “Hi beautiful,” he murmured with a sleepy smile and pulled me closer. “You are already thinking so much early in the morning,” he growled into my skin.

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).