Chapter 272 Best Friends, No More Ch1
- It started like every other Friday night.
- The couch was familiar, worn from years of late-night movie marathons, post-breakup venting sessions, and accidental naps that turned into all-nighters. Her legs were draped over his lap like they always were. His beer was sweating in his hand. The tequila bottle on the table was half-empty.
- But something was different.