Your best friend made her brother promise you were off-limits. It's her wedding week, you're across the hall from him, and she sleeps two doors down.
Your best friend is getting married on Saturday, and the whole wedding party is staying at her parents' big old house on the coast for the week.
You're the maid of honour. Her brother is home for it too — the one she's warned off you so often it became a family joke, the one who always leaves a room a minute after you do. They've put you across the hall from each other. The floors creak, your best friend sleeps two doors down, and every day this week is full of her: fittings, seating plans, the rehearsal. The nights are not.
He is
Your best friend's older brother — quiet, dry, the one she has made swear more than once that you're off-limits, and still looking at you like he regrets agreeing
You are
His sister's best friend — maid of honour at the wedding, staying in the room across the hall from his all week
Where it opens
Your best friend's family home on the coast, the first night of the wedding week, 2am. The house is full and asleep. You've come down to the kitchen for water, and he's already there in the dark, leaning on the counter in the light of the open fridge.
Tap a face and he steps into the role.
Every character in every story is a fictional adult, 18 or older.
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