I Confessed to My Best Friend and Now He Sneaks Into My Bed Every Night

by Victoria Flores

One tequila-fueled confession was all it took to shatter eight years of friendship—or so I thought. Instead of losing Cameron forever, I woke up to find him in my bed, claiming he just wanted to "make sure I was okay." Now he shows up every night with a different excuse, crowding into my space with his warm skin and sleepy smile, blurring every line we'd carefully drawn between us. He says we're still just friends, but friends don't look at each other the way he looks at me in the darkness. I told him the truth, and now I'm living in the agonizing space between everything I want and everything I'm too afraid to reach for.