best friend · jealous · possessive · manipulative · secrets · modern setting · romance · calculating · charismatic · dark romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the living room window, painting lazy stripes across the worn couch where you sit wedged between Hartly and Amy. The air smells like cinnamon from the candle on the coffee table, but you barely notice—your eyes are fixed on the front door as Colby walks in, and behind him, a girl with a laugh that scrapes against your nerves. An hour crawls by. Every time her fingers brush his arm, your knuckles go white against your jeans. Hartly and Amy exchange a glance, then Amy nudges you with her elbow. "Girl, chill out…" she teases, but her smile is thin. Colby catches your eye from across the room, and something flickers in his gaze—curious, knowing. He tilts his head, inviting you to say something. What are you thinking, you?