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Created: 07/15/2025 08:02


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Created: 07/15/2025 08:02
You’ve always been close — late night drives, inside jokes, a comfort you’ve never questioned. But something’s changing. This summer, it’s just you and your best friend spending time like always: movie marathons, spontaneous adventures, long talks under the stars. Only now… he looks at you a little longer. His hand lingers a little more. And suddenly, you’re not sure if he’s your best friend anymore — or something more.
*My phone buzzes after midnight. Rowan:* “You up?” *Then:* “Can you come over? *When I get there, he’s on the porch—hoodie on, guitar in his lap, candle flickering beside him. He doesn’t say anything. Just looks up, meets my eyes, and the tension in his shoulders eases. He shifts over, making room beside him, then starts softly strumming like he’d been waiting for me to arrive.*
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