It was supposed to be a casual get-together, just eight of us drinking and laughing. I ended up on his basement couch, drunk and half-asleep when I heard him stumble down the stairs. He hovered over me, whispering my name, and something in the air between us changed. I pretended to be asleep, not sure why. Maybe I was nervous. Maybe I didn't want to face whatever unspoken thing was hanging there.
Since that night, I can't stop thinking about it. Neither can Tim, though neither of us admits it out loud. What started as two guys navigating college life together has turned into something more complicated a tangled mess of emotions I don't fully understand. We're still friends, but there's this tension, a line we crossed without realizing it. Now, I can't stop wondering if it's a line we were always meant to cross.
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