Lying there in the aftermath, the bed a testament to our newfound intimacy, Eric and I are just trying to catch our breath. The room's buzzing with the echo of our laughter and those surprising sounds I let slip out—sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of.
Eric catches my eye, his expression a mix of wonder and warmth. "Never thought I'd be the one making you sound like that," he says, half teasing, half awed.
I can't help but laugh, feeling a rush of happiness so intense it's almost overwhelming. "Yeah, well, life’s full of surprises," I shoot back, feeling closer to him than ever. The shift from best friends to something more doesn't just feel right; it feels like it was always meant to happen.
“It’s kinda wild, right? Always wondered what it’d be like...with you. But this?” I gesture vaguely between us, still trying to process. “It’s beyond anything I dreamed of.”
Eric squeezes my hand, his touch grounding. "Intense...but amazing. Wouldn’t change a thing," he says, and the sincerity in his voice sends a wave of affection through me.
This moment between us, it's something new, exciting, and a little scary. But hearing Eric, feeling this connection... I know we’re on the right path.
Just as we lean in for another kiss, ready to dive back into each other, the sound of someone clearing their throat freezes us in place. Jackson. Standing there with an expression that’s a mix of horror and disbelief.
“Dude, ever heard of knocking?” I blurt out, mortification flooding through me as Eric and I scramble for the sheets.
Jackson just smirks, that annoying little brother smirk. “Wasn’t expecting to need to knock on my way to my own room,” he shoots back, then turns on his heel with a “I’ll be elsewhere.”
Once he’s gone, Eric and I just look at each other, a silent agreement passing between us—this is definitely going down as one of those ‘remember when’ moments.
Throwing on clothes as quickly as we can, we head downstairs, ready to face the music with Jackson. There he is in the family room, looking like he’s trying to scrub his brain clean with mental bleach.
“Hey, so, um, caught much of the show?” I try to keep it light, even though my heart’s racing.
Jackson grimaces. “Saw enough. Heard more than enough the second I got home,” he admits, and it’s clear this is as awkward for him as it is for us.
Trying to play it cool, I shrug. “Thin walls in this house,” I joke, hoping to diffuse some of the tension.
But Jackson’s not letting us off the hook that easy. “So, are you guys a thing now?” he asks, cutting right to the chase.
Eric and I exchange a glance, both of us unsure how to define what we are in this exact moment. “It’s complicated,” I say, which is the most honest answer I can give.
Jackson nods, seemingly satisfied with that non-answer for now, and we all tacitly agree to leave it at that. But the unspoken questions hang in the air, a reminder that this is just the beginning of navigating whatever comes next for us.
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