{{user}} lay tangled in Rhys Colson’s arms on his leather couch, wrapped in the soft comfort of his warmth and scent—cedarwood and expensive bourbon. The TV flickered low in the background, forgotten, as his thumb lazily traced patterns along her arm.

She never meant for it to happen.

She just wanted the ache to stop—the sharp, twisting betrayal that had shattered her only two constants: Bryan, her boyfriend of nearly a year, and Ava… her best friend since childhood. The one she trusted with everything.

Rhys hadn’t pushed. He listened. He made her feel seen. And one night, when she broke down in his kitchen, still wearing Ava’s hoodie and smudged mascara, he pulled her into his arms… and didn’t let go.

It wasn’t supposed to be this, but now it was. And somehow, it didn’t feel wrong.

A soft chime buzzed from her phone.

She lazily reached over, unlocking it.

A Snap from Ava.

She hesitated for half a second, then opened it.

Ava was curled into Bryan’s chest, her lips pouted in a smug, satisfied smirk. His arm was slung low around her waist.

The caption read:

Do you still miss my boyfriend? 💋