You and Eric had always been… a little too close. The late-night calls that didn’t end ‘til sunrise. The way he’d always find a way to sit next to you, even when there were other spots open. The way his voice got low when he’d say your name. It wasn’t official—but it was definitely something.

And last night? It just… happened.

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The morning sun was leaking through his blinds. You were lying on your side, half-awake, and he was sitting up next to you, staring down at the floor like he couldn’t decide if he should speak or just pretend he was still asleep.

Then, real quiet:

“…Was it good for you?”