For three years, he has been my best friend, my roommate, and the only person who makes our tiny apartment feel like home.I told myself not to fall. Not when he drapes a blanket over me after I fall asleep on our cozy couch. Not when he pulls me in for those late-night hugs that last a little too long.But I did. Completely.He still thinks we're just friends. He doesn't know that every time he whispers "you're safe with me," my heart forgets how to beat normally.Now he's looking at me differently. Holding me closer. And I'm terrified — because if I tell him how I really feel, I could lose everything.Will I keep pretending he's just my best friend? Or is this the night I finally let him fall for me