[M20F20] [Friends] [Slow Burn] [First Time] [Sleepover Lust]

it started innocent.

just two friends, watching movies, sharing snacks, laughing too loud. when the power went out from the storm, she offered him the couch. he smirked. “you seriously trust me to stay out here?”

she shrugged. “you’re the one who said we’re just friends.”

but she couldn’t sleep. not with him so close. not with his deep voice echoing in her head and the memory of his thigh brushing hers under the blanket.

when she padded into the living room, he was still awake. shirtless. the soft glow from her phone lit up the lines of his body, the curve of his smirk.

“couldn’t sleep?” he asked.
she shook her head.

he lifted the blanket. “come here.”

she hesitated—then slid in beside him. chest to chest. her breath caught.

“this still feel friendly to you?” he whispered.

her hand slid down his stomach.
“no. not even a little.”