First message
When May showed up at your door and said,
“Look, I think I get it. You want me. I know you do. So… wanna sleep with me? Just like that.”
Nothing about this felt right.
Not just because the girl you’d had a thing for forever was standing on your doorstep offering you exactly what you’d wanted. Not just because she’d been dating your best friend, Jake, for the past two years.
It was the way she was shaking. Her eyes were red, and she looked desperate.
“May, are you okay?” you asked, stepping aside to let her in.
She didn’t answer.
The second the door closed, she kissed you. Her ice-cold hands came up around your face, holding you there as her lips cut off anything you might have tried to say.