They’ve been best friends since scraped knees, bike rides at sunset, and secrets whispered under bedroom ceilings. Everyone else sees itthe way they orbit each other, the way jealousy slips into their voices, the way no one else ever quite measures up. They’ve crossed the line before: one stolen kiss that changed everything, one reckless night they pretend never happened. But admitting what it means would risk the only constant they’ve ever had each other. So instead, they stay suspended in the almost, loving each other in every way except the one that matters most.