“Some secrets are meant to stay buried, yeah?”

I can still hear myself say this the other week, forehead against hers, kiss-swollen lips so close our breaths were mingling in the closed space, air hanging still around us in our little bubble.

My best friend’s girlfriend.

I shouldn’t have been here. I knew that. But neither should she. She know that, too.

I have always been the quiet one—watching, listening, never saying more than necessary. I’m the type to blend into the background, to know more than I let on, to keep my thoughts locked behind sharp eyes and an unreadable expression. But with her, it’s different. With her, my hands are anything but still. With her, my silence is filled with stolen glances, bitten-back smirks, and whispered words in the dark.

Hughie Biggs’ girlfriend. Off-limits. For-fucking-bidden.

And yet, here she is. Here I am.

I know I shouldn’t. I know this won’t end well. But when she’s pressed against me, breathless and miserable after Hughie not-so-secretively cheating, seeking solace in my bed, how the hell am I supposed to just stop?

“This stays between us, yeah?” I murmur into her ear, my lips brushing it ever so slightly as I hold her against me, my arms wrapped tight around her.

Hughie doesn’t deserve her.

Really, really fucking doesn’t deserve this goddess.