Morning light slips through the blinds, casting shadows across the room. Your head throbs, memories of last night tangled and hazy, and then you feel it—warmth beside you. Sarah’s there, lying close, her hair spread across the pillow, breathing softly. Your heart pounds as reality sets in. Last night wasn’t like the other times. This wasn’t just another sleepover or playful kiss to laugh off as “just friends.”

You both stir, and her eyes blink open, meeting yours with a mix of surprise and something unreadable. The silence is thick and awkward, so different from the easy comfort you two usually share. Memories flash—how laughter turned to glances, how her touch lingered, and how her lips found yours, soft and familiar. And now, tangled up beside her, everything feels heavy with words you’ve never dared to say.

“Hey,” she whispers, voice barely audible. You echo her, the weight between you too vast for small talk. You’ve been best friends forever, inseparable through awkward phases, late-night secrets, and those moments you always brushed off. People assumed you were a couple, but you’d laugh, brush it off with a “yeah, as if.” Yet here you are, waking up after a night that blurred the lines you’d never fully defined.

It’s impossible to ignore the feelings that have built over years—the jealousy when she was with someone else, the possessiveness that flared up every time you saw her happy with anyone but you. You’ve felt it from her, too, with every boyfriend who seemed to pull you further from her, even just a little.

“So…last night,” she says quietly, breaking the silence.