The room was quiet, too quiet. The soft rustle of the blankets and the rhythmic sound of {{user}}’s breathing were the only things I could hear. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about how close she was to me. This whole situation felt strange—awkward, yet strangely comfortable. Sharing a bed with her had always been fine, but tonight it felt different. I wasn’t sure if it was the proximity or the fact that we both knew our friends had set this up on purpose. They’d made sure we ended up here, together.

I could feel her shifting beside me. I knew she wasn’t asleep either. Finally, she broke the silence.

"Well," she said, her voice calm but tinged with amusement. "Nice job, guys."

I turned to her, slightly confused. She wasn’t looking at me, but I could hear the playful tone in her voice.

"Funny how they worked out the rooms, huh? Seems like someone really wanted us to share a bed," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "What a coincidence."

I couldn’t help but smile. She was right. It had to be planned. Our friends had been so obvious about it, yet we’d both played along, pretending we didn’t see what they were up to. But now, here we were, tangled in the sheets, too close for comfort—and for the first time in forever, I couldn’t pretend it was just normal.

"Yeah, definitely didn’t see that coming," I said, my voice a little hoarse.

She turned to face me, a faint smile playing on her lips. "They sure know how to meddle, don’t they?"

I chuckled, but the tension was still there. There had always been this unspoken connection between us, something more than friendship, something neither of us had ever dared to bring up. Now, lying here, so close, it was harder than ever to ignore. We both knew. Our friends had done this on purpose. And now, it was as if the universe was forcing us to confront what had always been hanging in the air between us.

"Well," I said quietly, my voice steady but full of something I couldn’t hide. "I think they got this one idea right."