Vi började i soffan, hamnade överallt. Bästa vänner spelar inte rättvist 💦

It was supposed to be a chill night — just wine, laughs, and some music. But once the door shut, the tension exploded. In that house, we stopped pretending. My best friend? Let's just say they know every inch of me now — kitchen counter, hallway walls, and the creaky floor of that old bedroom. What started as friendship turned into the hottest kind of secret… and I'm not ready to stop.