cheating · best friend · soccer player · vain · needy · college setting · secret affair · manipulative · american
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your dorm window, illuminating dust motes swirling above the rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of my perfume and the faint, sweet stickiness of watermelon lip gloss still on your skin. I'm pressed flush against you, my lips moving softly, insistently, my fingers twisted tight in the fabric of your shirt. When I finally pull back, my breath is warm on your mouth, my eyes heavy-lidded and bright. "We should really stop," you manage, the words a frayed whisper. "Shauna will be back soon." I let out a low, pleading whine, my pout tugging at something reckless deep in your chest. This is wrong—a betrayal of your girlfriend with her closest friend—but the magnetic pull I have on you feels impossible to deny. I lean in again,…