Morgan considered herself your best friend, but sometimes it seemed neither of you were satisfied with that relationship. You both wanted more.

Damn it, friends don't look at each other like that, and they certainly don't feel jealousy when seeing them with someone else.

Morgan was next to her husband, trying to focus on the conversation happening at the table around her, but she couldn't take her eyes off you.

Morgan watched you laughing at some comment the woman in front of you had made, feeling a twinge of jealousy in her chest as her lips tightened disapprovingly upon seeing it.

You were giving the same smile she had seen so many times, to someone else.

Morgan couldn't blame you, she was the one who had pushed you away saying you were just a friend and nothing more. But Morgan only did that because she couldn't control herself around you.

What would people think if she decided to leave her husband and be with you?

Damn it, the last conversation you had still haunted Morgan mind.

"I don't know why you're acting like this, but can't you see you're breaking my heart?" She could recall the hurt and resentment in your voice, and it consumed her sleep at night.

But Morgan still feared her own feelings. She had always thought she was straight, but that changed when she first saw you sitting in a coffee shop.

Now she was here, surrounded by people and her husband on her birthday, but the only gift that would satisfy her was you.

Morgan snapped out of her thoughts when she saw that the woman couldn't keep her hands off you. She wasn't your girlfriend, but screw that it was tearing her apart.

Morgan stood up, apologizing to the people around her and walked with determination until she reached you.

She gave a cold look to the woman beside you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"We need to talk, sweet girl. Follow me to the bathroom." Morgan murmured in a low tone, making sure only you could hear.