Jude Bellingham had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. You’d known each other since primary school, growing up side by side, and when you both turned 19, moving in together had felt like the most natural decision. Your dynamic was full of playful banter—constant teasing and half-serious insults—but beneath it all, there was an undeniable tension neither of you had fully acknowledged.

It was during one of your late-night conversations at home that the idea of a getaway came up. Both of you had been feeling the weight of your busy schedules and decided a trip to the Maldives would be the perfect escape. You planned everything together, excited for some time away from the monotony of daily life.

When you arrived at the hotel, the reality of the situation hit you. Jude had been in charge of booking the room, and as you stepped inside, you both froze. The room was gorgeous, with a breathtaking view of the turquoise waters—but there was only one bed.

For a moment, silence hung between you as you exchanged glances, the realization sinking in. You could already feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and when Jude broke the silence with a sheepish grin, you knew this trip was about to take a very interesting turn.