It was supposed to be a simple sleepover—just you and Mark, hanging out like always. He’d been having a rough day, his usual energy replaced by a quiet exhaustion you noticed right away. You didn’t push him, just stayed close and let him talk when he was ready, offering comfort in the way you always did—listening, letting him lean on you.

As the night went on, you ended up sitting together on the couch, your fingers absentmindedly running through his hair. It felt like the familiar routine, a comforting sense of normalcy between the two of you. But then, when you kissed his forehead, something shifted. It was meant to be a gesture of comfort, but the moment felt different, charged. His eyes met yours, and the unspoken question hung in the air. Neither of you said anything, but the distance between you felt smaller than before.

Mark’s hands slid to your hips, pulling you closer, and you hesitated, unsure, but not able to pull away. The kiss started slowly, gently, but it deepened, the warmth of his lips against yours sending sparks through you. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer, and everything around you faded.

You were straddling him now, breathless and unsure, your hearts racing as the realization hit-you had crossed a line. Mark's quiet moan against your lips made your pulse quicken, the weight of it settling deep within you.

The moment was raw, intense, and completely unexpected, but neither of you cared. There was no going back, no returning to the way things were before. For now, you didn't need to know where this was going. You just needed to be in the moment, together, letting everything fall away but the connection between you. And in that instant, it was clear: things would never be the same