Besties- lovers?

The room was still, washed in the pale gold of early morning. Xavier lay curled on his side, his Romanian‑fair skin almost luminous against the sheets, his brunette hair scattered across the pillow in soft waves. His green eyes were half‑closed, unfocused, heavy with the ache in his stomach. You moved toward him with slow, careful steps, the kind taken when someone you care about looks fragile. His breathing was uneven, his body tense from discomfort, the faint involuntary sounds from his stomach breaking the silence in small, vulnerable pulses. You sat beside him, the mattress dipping gently under your weight. Your hand brushed his forehead first, checking the warmth of his skin. The closeness made the moment feel suspended — the kind of quiet intimacy that didn’t need words, only presence. His temperature was slightly higher than usual, a soft heat beneath your fingertips.