Day 3 - Kissing in Private They've been keeping up the charade for a month now, and the lines between real and acting have blurred so much for Amy. Especially now, as they lie together in Amy's bed, both asleep after their House Hunters marathon. Well, Amy is still asleep. Karma's awake, sipping a cup of coffee she made when she woke up. This was their tradition. After a Netflix marathon, Karma would wake up, make both of them a cup of coffee, and sit with Amy as she waited for her to wake up. Then, Amy would wake up, try falling asleep again, and Karma would put her face right in front of hers, insisting that she wake up and have a cup of, now cold, coffee. And Amy would give a sleepy smile, stretch, and sip the cold cup of coffee(Karma never understood why Amy loved cold hot coffee, but she thought it was a cute little quirk her best friend had).
Today was no different, as Karma leaned against the headboard of Amy's bed, silently drinking her coffee. An hour later Karma heard Amy's breathing shift ever so slightly, and a quiet little sigh escape her lips. With a smile, Karma put her mug down and shifted and put her face near Amy's. "I know you're gonna let your cold coffee get colder by falling asleep again, right?" Karma teased with a small pout at the end, even though Amy's eyes were still closed.
A low laugh was heard as Amy slowly opened her eyes, a sleepy smile on her face. She leaned in easily and placed a gentle, chaste kiss on Karma's lips before proceeding with her morning bed stretches. It wasn't until after she grabbed her mug and looked at the frozen, blushing Karma that her still waking mind processed what she did, her cheeks instantly turning red and apologies falling out of her mouth.
Karma looked up at Amy and sat up, still red and silent. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed her best friend, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. When their lips connected, eyes closed and the world only revolved around the person opposite of them.
Until a dull thud was heard, followed by Amy jumping back as coffee splashed all over her. Unfortunately, Amy was at the edge of the bed, and with her jump fell of of the bed with a curse. Being the amazing best friend she was, Karma instantly started cracking up, looking over the bed to see if Amy was okay. Hair still sticking everywhere from sleeping, face beet red, and coffee covering her clothes, Amy looked like a mess. Brown eyes met green and the two of them giggled over the past couple of seconds, both not dare asking about the kiss, or what it now meant for their 'fake' relationship.