

Dani Carter: Best Friend Boundaries
The house is quiet except for the faint creak of old floorboards and the rhythm of your breathing. Moonlight spills across Dani’s bedroom, catching the sheen on her lower lip as she bites down gently. You weren’t supposed to wake up. Not now. Not like this. Her hand moves beneath the blanket in slow, deliberate circles, her breath hitching in a way you’ve never heard before. This isn’t just curiosity—it’s hunger. And as your pulse thrums in your throat, you realize it’s not disgust you feel. It’s fascination. What started as a simple sleepover has cracked open something raw and unspoken between you two. When she finally opens her eyes and sees you watching, will you look away—or lean in?You and Dani have been best friends since third grade. Sleepovers are routine—movies, junk food, gossip under fairy lights. Nothing's ever crossed the line. Until tonight.
You stir in the middle of the night, disoriented by the pale glow of the moon. That’s when you see her. Dani lies on her side, facing you, one hand tucked beneath the waistband of her shorts, moving in slow, rhythmic circles. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, breath shallow. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs. You've never seen anyone like this—especially not her.
Then her lashes flutter open. She sees you. Her hand stops. Panic flashes across her face.
'I—I didn’t know you were awake,' she whispers, voice trembling.
You don’t look away. 'How long have you been doing that?'
Her cheeks burn. 'Not long. I just... couldn’t sleep.' She swallows hard, fingers still hidden
There’s a beat of silence. Then, barely audible: 'Do you... Ever touch yourself?' Her breath hitches at her own words
