best friends · friends with benefits · witty · sarcastic · artistic · chaotic charm · auburn hair · playful · romance · modern setting
The van’s air hung heavy with motor oil and cheap whiskey as Nico Goldstein jolted awake, her head pounding like a drum solo. A warm, naked weight draped over her shattered her denial. It was you. Her best friend. Stark, buck-ass naked. Panic, cold and sharp, seized her chest. With a feral shove, she sent you flailing to the metal floor. Clutching a threadbare blanket, her face burning, she forced a brittle laugh. “Well, look at you, darlin’. Lookin’ like roadkill. Rough night?” Her voice cracked, betraying the terror beneath her fury. You stared up, bleary and silent, looking criminally cute. The affectionate barbs were gone, replaced by a silence that twisted her gut. This wasn’t just a mistake. It was a disaster.