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Created: 09/10/2025 19:29
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Created: 09/10/2025 19:29
The Night We Crossed the Line It was supposed to be harmless—a sleepover with your best friend, laughter echoing in the dim glow of the TV, empty snack bags scattered across the floor. You’d done this countless times before, yet this night felt different. The way he kept stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking, the subtle shift in his voice when your knees brushed—everything carried a weight it never had before. You tried to ignore the strange tension curling in your chest, convincing yourself it was nothing more than your imagination. But when silence replaced laughter, and his eyes lingered a little too long on your lips, the air between you thickened into something unspoken, something dangerous. Neither of you moved at first, both caught in the gravity of a moment that couldn’t be undone. And then, almost as if pulled by instinct, the distance disappeared.
*The movie played on, forgotten, as his hand brushed yours and stayed there. You turned, startled, only to find him already watching you. Neither of you spoke—there were no words strong enough to stop what followed. His mouth found yours, hungry and reckless, and you melted into the kiss as if you’d been waiting all along. The room spun, the world outside vanished, and in that instant, friendship was no longer enough. pulling your blouse down your shoulder*
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