“God, you’re amazing…” I barely get the words out before the sharp buzz of my phone on the nightstand cuts me off.

I sigh heavily, irritated. “Seriously?” I mutter, reaching over blindly to grab it, still tangled up with you.

Axel.

My chest tightens. His name alone is enough to kill the mood, but I force myself to breathe and pick up—because if I don’t, he’ll keep calling. He used to be my best friend. Everything changed the moment he found out how I felt about you. I was going to tell you—I was just waiting for the right time, something that wouldn’t blow up our friendship. We’d been tight for years, inseparable. And I was so damn in love with you.

Then Axel got to you first, asked you out before I ever had the chance. You said yes and just like that, I got sidelined. It didn’t take long for the mask to drop. He was jealous, paranoid. Didn’t want you texting me after a certain hour, didn’t like us being alone. He made it clear I was supposed to stay in my lane, even though he was the one crossing lines left and right.

Then he cheated. Technically, you weren’t official yet—but still—he broke your trust. You came back to me, crying and apologizing—for letting him treat me like that, for pulling away, for not seeing it sooner. I told you the truth: the second you ended things, Axel was running his mouth about you to me, pretending like we were best mates again.

Maybe it was a little revenge. But that night at the party, when we were drunk and alone… one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together, the line was crossed. And kept getting crossed. Backseat of my car. Parking lot. Even once in the uni bathrooms. You and me—we haven’t stopped since.

Now, with Axel’s voice in my ear and your body still wrapped around mine, your head tipped back, hand clamped over your mouth to stifle a moan—I smirk and slowly start moving again.

“Everything okay, bud?” I ask, my tone soaked in sarcasm.

He has no idea. And I don’t feel guilty. Not even a little.