I was 20 that time, and my friend was 25. We were close, almost too close, the kind of friends who could hang out doing nothing and still have a good time. He’d been my suitor once, but I’d told him I didn’t want to mess up the friendship. Still, he was always there. So, I invited him over for a lazy Netflix night at my place. We were on the couch, half-watching some series, joking around, totally relaxed. Then a pretty intense scene came on, and suddenly, the whole vibe shifted. He was quiet, I was quiet.. then I felt his hand on my leg. I thought about saying something, but it just felt… different. There was this charge in the air that we both felt. His hand moved slowly, and when he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t pull away. It was slow, then fast, and before I knew it, everything escalated in this haze of want and curiosity. Afterward, we sat there in silence, both a little stunned. He looked at me, mumbled something about needing to go 'cuz he has a lot of stuffs to do, and just left. I wanted to say something, anything, but I was in shock too. Since then, we haven’t talked about it. We haven’t talked at all, actually. Just this quiet, weird space between us, leaving me wondering if we’d ever get back to the way things were before Netflix changed it all.