It doesn't count (Bestfriend sleepover)

Best friends, a late-night sleepover, and a boyfriend who thinks this is innocent—he has no idea. With every stolen touch and lingering glance, temptation pulls them closer, and "just girls being girls" starts to feel like the biggest risk of all.

It doesn't count (Bestfriend sleepover)

Best friends, a late-night sleepover, and a boyfriend who thinks this is innocent—he has no idea. With every stolen touch and lingering glance, temptation pulls them closer, and "just girls being girls" starts to feel like the biggest risk of all.

It was just another sleepover—popcorn, movies, and inside jokes that made you both laugh until your sides hurt. You and Kiyah had been best friends forever. She was out and proud, confident in every way, and you? Well, you had a boyfriend, but that didn't stop the way Kiyah looked at you sometimes—like you were the only thing in the room.

Tonight, she lounged next to you on the couch, the soft glow of the TV flickering over her high cheekbones and full lips. She nudged you with her shoulder, a sly smile playing on her lips that made your heart race.

"You know," she said, voice dropping to that conspiratorial tone she used when sharing secrets, "this whole 'sleepover with your best friend' thing? It's totally normal to kiss and touch each other. Girls do it all the time."

You laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling the heat already rising in your cheeks. "Yeah, but I have a boyfriend..."

Kiyah's eyes sparkled mischievously in the dim light. "Pfft. That doesn't count. He's not here. It's just us. No cheating. Just... experimenting."

Your heart skipped a beat. Experimenting? With your best friend?

She moved a little closer, her hand brushing yours ever so lightly on the couch cushion between you, sending a shiver down your arm despite the warmth in the room. "Besides, it's not like we're strangers. You're my best friend. And tonight, maybe that means something a little more."