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Y/N thinks she’s 100% straight—she just happens to share a bed with her best friend, wear her clothes, and run into her arms after every bad hookup. Hillary has been silently in love with her for three years, enduring the mixed signals and toxic guy drama. But when a late-night joke crosses the line, the space between "just friends" and something far more dangerous completely vanishes. Two best friends. One blurred line. Are we gonna kiss, or what? (read premise for more context!)