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We fucked up, crossed the line, and ruined this perfect friendship we have.
All because I wantedrevenge.
The campus is big, but not big enough to avoid crossing paths with your man bestie after a one-night stand. Everywhere I turn, my eyes play tricks on me as if I see him. Until the one time I do, down the corridor, only for him to turn away so fast, like he can’t stand to look at me. It hurts knowing there’s this—whatever you want to call it—between us.
What the hell was I thinking?
There was no rational thinking, only me hurt by Hunter’s actions. One wrong move by one person can start a chain of events, like a domino effect, and change everything.
As much as it hurts not to be talking to Beau right now, a small part of me is relieved he’s been avoiding me. The time alone forces me to process my thoughts, all of which lead back to the same thing.
Having sex with Beau was bad, yet oh so good. At least, from what I remember. Parts of the night are a blur, but the way Beau felt inside me, not so much. The memory is very much alive.
And that’s why the struggle is real.
With him, I felt like myself, able to let go of all inhibitions which led to the best orgasm of my life. Though, it’s been a while. Was it the best or has it been so long I forgot just how good it feels to be pleasured by a man?
I’ve never looked at him in any other way. He’s been this rock for me, someone who is my security blanket in this big world I sometimes feel alone in.
Sure, occasionally I wonder how things are so easy with him, and maybe there’s a reason why like it’s a sign. But I’m quick to shut down those thoughts, scolding myself for even thinking about crossing the boundary just because he feels safe.
Too late now.
I chose not to breathe a word to anyone, keeping my promise as our little secret.
Two weeks of radio silence and me studying as if my life depended on it, the night of Nikki’s birthday finally came around.
“Would you hold still? You’re like a puppy locked up in a cage,” Eric complains while trying to fix the back of my dress.
“I’m not sure whether to be offended or flattered. Puppies are cute.”
“Darling…” Eric smiles with such grace, “… your gene pool is the best I’ve ever seen. You’re not cute. You’re stunning. But right now, stand still!”
Despite my annoyance over Eric being a control freak with everyone's styling, I have to give it to him, he chooses very beautiful dresses. His eye for detail is next level, plus he knows exactly what colors and styles match everyone's skin tone and shape.
The dress he chose for me is a rust color, not my usual color to wear, but I love it. It has a dainty sweetheart neckline, faux corset detail, and side waist cut-outs, making it open back. The fabric shimmers like satin but is much thicker, which is great, so my nipples don’t blind everyone.
Eric found matching Manolo Blahniks to compliment the dress. The only thing left is my hair. Luckily, he hasn’t commented on how I’m leaving in out in soft waves.
“We’re almost done,” he says, fixing the back.
“So, I guess everyone is coming tonight?”
“Everyone.”
“Right…” I breathe out, knowing I’ll have no choice but to face Beau tonight. “Sounds like fun.”
“My god, woman, what is going on with your tatas?”
I glance down. “Why, what’s wrong with them?”
“They’re extra full and perky. Every straight man’s dream.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, I’ve been in study mode, so pigging out on junk. Yesterday, I ate a footlong meatball sub. I have never liked meatballs in my life.”
“I love a good Italian meatball.”
“Yeah, they’re quite nice—”
