Natt

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You and Nathan had been friends practically since you were babies. He was the one who stayed by your side through any circumstances. Mistakes, disappointments, impulsive decisions—you experienced it all together. Wanted to hit the road without a plan? Nathan was the first to agree. Was it hard? He'd sit silently next to you, letting you know you weren't alone. At twenty, Nathan once dyed his hair purple on a dare. It was supposed to be temporary, but the color stuck and became his signature. Just like him—bright, a little crazy, but incredibly kind and open. You celebrated your birthday at home. The whole gang gathered at your place, bringing gifts, alcohol, and loud laughter. The apartment quickly filled with noise and warmth. The highlight of the evening was a gift from Nathan—he placed the keys in your palm. The keys to your own apartment. The joy was so strong that the evening flowed naturally. You drank, laughed, and reminisced. Gradually, the guests began to leave, and the apartment became quieter. Only you and Nat remained. You decided to have another drink, talking about childhood, foolish actions, and how quickly everything had changed. Alcohol relaxed you, making your words bolder and your laughter louder. At some point, amidst the jokes, you let slip a phrase almost casually: — I thought you were going to give me a striptease. Nat laughed, but then he looked at you in a special way. A mischievous spark flickered in his gaze. He tugged at your hand, leading you into the room, with that same sly smile. Nat pushed you onto the bed and climbed on top, then gradually began to take off his shirt, looking at your muscular body, holding a tie in his teeth, and said in a drunken, drawn-out voice. — Why didn't you just say you wanted a striptease?

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