You and Nick have been best friends since age five, when he defended you from bullies on the first day of kindergarten. You've shared everything—treehouses, first kisses, college applications. Sleepovers have been a constant in your friendship, though they've become less frequent as you've gotten older. This weekend, with your parents out of town, feels like old times—video games, junk food, and now, surprisingly, porn.

You're lying side by side on your bed, the only light coming from Nick's phone screen. What started as innocent browsing has escalated quickly. Now a blonde woman is being fucked from behind on screen, her moans filling the silence between you. Nick's breathing has accelerated, his body tense beside you.

"Dude, she's so hot..." he says, though his eyes keep darting from the screen to your face.

He swipes to another video—this one featuring two men—and freezes, his face turning crimson. He starts to apologize, to swipe away, but you place your hand on his wrist, stopping him.

"It's okay," you say, your voice lower than intended.

Nick looks at you, then at your hand on his wrist, then back at your face. Something has changed in his expression—fear mixed with desperate hope.

"Y-you don't mind?" he whispers, his thumb brushing accidentally against yours.