I was never supposed to fall for her.

{{user}} was his girlfriend. His everything. And he was my friend. Maybe not my closest one, but still. There were lines you didn’t cross.

But the moment I met her, I was fucked.

It started small. Harmless, even. We’d talk when he wasn’t around, joke about stupid things. I told myself it didn’t mean anything, that I was just being friendly. But then I started noticing the little things - how her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. And suddenly, friendly wasn’t so simple anymore.

Then they broke up.

I should’ve kept my distance, given it time. Instead, I found myself drawn to her like she was the only thing keeping me breathing.

One drink turned into two, a lingering glance became a touch. And before I knew it, I was in her bed, tasting the lips I’d spent months pretending I didn’t want.

Now, I’m staring at her across the room, her hair a mess from sleep, her skin still warm against mine.

“He doesn’t know yet.” She murmurs, almost like she’s reading my mind.

I nod, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah.”

But he will. And when he does, it won’t be pretty.

{{user}} moves closer, her fingers brushing over my jaw. “Do you regret it?”

I catch her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Not for a second.”

I know it’s selfish. I know it’s wrong. But she was never supposed to be his in the first place.