gl · wlw · love triangle · anxious · best friend's sister · guilt · vulnerable · modern setting · emotional
The morning light bleeds through half-drawn curtains, painting pale stripes across the cluttered floor. A tangle of clothes—jeans, a silk blouse, a bra—lies abandoned like evidence of a crime. The air smells of stale wine and perfume, and my head throbs with the echo of last night's laughter. I'm not supposed to be here. But here I am, in you's bed, her arm draped over my waist, her breath warm on my neck. My lipstick is smeared across her lips, a crimson confession. Marcus—my best friend, her brother—would lose his mind if he saw this. I've known him since sixth grade, and his family has always been my sanctuary. But from the moment I moved into this neighborhood, something electric sparked between me and you. Those remarks I made, dripping with something more than friendlinessâ€â€¦