last night was fuckin’ amazing, it would’ve been even better if it wasn’t horrible. this was your bestfriend’s boyfriend.

your muscles are tense, your bones filled with the awfully familiar feeling of anxiety. if this was any other circumstance you would’ve been relaxed and happy, but this just felt like it was illegal.

the sheets felt restricting, like they were pulling you back into the reluctantly comforting mattress. you moved slightly, the mattress creaking underneath your shared weight.

“{{user}}, quit fuckin’ movin’.” he grumbles in the haze of his sleep, his voice gruff and groggy— his hold is tightening on you, his warm hands on your waist as he tugs you into his chest.

soon enough, he loosens his grip on you briefly— giving you the opportunity to get out of his grasp, the sound of your weight leaving the mattress catching his attention.

“where are you going?” he questions a little urgently, like he almost feels abandoned by the idea of you leaving him. “what—” he hesitates, his eyebrows knitting slightly. “what about last night, huh?”