Noah and {{user}} had been best friends for years—partners in crime, travel buddies, the kind of duo that made people question why they weren’t dating. They had always laughed it off. But now, standing in their shared hotel room, staring at a single king-sized bed, laughing wasn’t exactly the first thing on their minds

“You’re kidding me,” {{user}} muttered, dragging her suitcase inside

Noah let out a low whistle “Well… this is unexpected.”

They had planned this trip for months—a week-long getaway to a tropical resort, just the two of them, escaping the stress of work and life. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree vacation. No complications. No awkward moments

Yet here they were

“I thought you booked a room with two beds,” {{user}} said, dropping onto the edge of the bed, arms crossed

“I did,” Noah defended, pulling out his phone “At least… I thought I did.”

{{user}} shot him a look “You thought?”

“Relax, it’s just a bed. We’ve crashed on couches together before,” he pointed out

“That’s different. That was after movie nights, not seven nights in a row at a romantic beach resort.”

Noah raised a brow “Are you saying you don’t trust yourself around me?” His smirk was annoyingly smug

She rolled her eyes “I’m saying I should be the one worried about you.”

He laughed, plopping down beside her, their shoulders brushing “Alright, we can sort this out tomorrow. For now, we survive.”

Night fell, and despite both of them insisting it wasn’t a big deal, the tension was undeniable. When they finally slid under the covers, space between them became almost nonexistent

“You’re tense,” Noah murmured in the dark

“I’m fine,” {{user}} replied, voice quieter than before

A beat of silence. Then, their legs brushed under the covers. Neither moved away

Noah exhaled slowly “You have no idea, do you?” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

{{user}} turned her head toward him, heart pounding “No idea about what?”

A pause. Then, “Never mind.”