Damn, how you wish you were his.

Your relationship with Cass had always been labeled as “just friendship” by everyone else. Everyone except you.

You two don’t really remember how this thing started. Hugs, flirty words, maybe even a kiss.

But he had always let you know that he was straight. At least that’s what he always said.

Now you are here. Sitting alone at a party after just seeing him kiss a random chick.

It… shouldn’t hurt this bad.