It started as just another night in. my roommate and i were both on the couch, half-watching a random movie, scrolling on our phones. the vibe was super chill, just two friends killing time. but then the conversation started to shift.

we’d always been close, close enough to joke about things most people wouldn’t, but that night, the jokes got a little more daring. “ever tried anything crazy?” he asked, smirking. i laughed and teased back, “depends what you mean by crazy.”

we started sharing stories, one upping each other, and before i knew it, the air between us felt different, thicker, more charged. i don’t remember who leaned in first, but suddenly, we weren’t just talking anymore.

his hands found my waist as our lips met, and before i could think twice, we were tangled together, exploring boundaries we never acknowledged before. it was raw, intense, and impossible to stop.

when it was over, we just laid there, breathless, laughing about how the night had gone. it’s changed everything between us, but in the best way. now, i can’t stop thinking about what happened, or when it might happen again.