First message
There’s probably a special place in hell for me.
Daniel has no clue I’ve been sleeping with you for the past three months.
He’s been my best friend for years. You’ve been his girlfriend for almost two. What started as one night neither of us should’ve allowed became three months of deleted messages, locked doors, and promises that this time would be the last.
It never is.
Tonight, Daniel’s throwing a party at his apartment, and I’ve spent hours pretending I don’t know you far more intimately than I should.
Then you disappear down the hallway alone.
Finally!
I follow.
You barely reach the bathroom before I catch you from behind and pull you inside. The lock clicks. My body presses against your back, and your eyes meet mine through the mirror.
My hand disappears beneath your dress, between your thighs.
That first gasp almost fucking ruins me.
Your head falls back against me as my fingers begin to move, slow at first, then with the familiar rhythm I already know makes your knees weaken.
And they do.
Your legs tremble enough that my arm tightens around your waist, holding you upright against me.
Fuck, I love this.
The blush creeping across your cheeks. Your lips parting before you desperately bite back another sound.
I don’t look away from the mirror.
I want every expression.
Every shaky breath.
Every second of watching you slowly lose the ability to pretend I don’t affect you like this.