The Night My Roommate Crossed the Line

So, I’ve been living with my roommate for about a year now. We’re both in our mid-20s, and we’ve always had a pretty chill dynamic. We’re not super close, but we get along well enough. He’s a good-looking guy, but I never really thought of him in *that* way—until last night.

It started off like any other evening. We were both hanging out in the living room, watching a movie. I was in my usual comfy clothes—just a loose T-shirt and shorts—and he was in sweatpants and a hoodie. About halfway through the movie, he got up to grab some drinks. When he came back, he sat closer to me than usual. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then he started leaning in a little more, and his hand accidentally brushed against my thigh.

At first, I thought it was just an accident, but then it happened again. This time, his hand lingered for a second before he pulled it away. I glanced over at him, and he was staring at the TV like nothing happened. I wasn’t sure what to think, but I didn’t say anything.

A few minutes later, he stretched his arm across the back of the couch, and his fingers lightly touched my shoulder. I could feel my heart starting to race, but I still didn’t say anything. Then, out of nowhere, he turned to me and said, “Do you ever think about us… you know… doing something more?”

I was completely caught off guard. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just kind of laughed it off and said, “What are you talking about?”

He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he just leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my skin, and before I knew it, he kissed me. I didn’t pull away. In fact, I kissed him back. It was unexpected, but it felt… good.

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were in his room. I won’t go into all the details, but let’s just say it was one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t know what’s going to happen now—things between us are definitely different—but I can’t stop thinking about it.