Pipes groan and rattle from the bathroom as Kyle washes off his excitement.
I stand next to the couch in my underwear, staring at Liam’s closed door and trying to figure out what just happened.
I scrunch my fingers into my hair, tugging at the roots and focusing on the burn to ground me in reality and remind me this is real and not a nightmare.
Mortification burns like fire in my veins, turning my flushed skin a darker shade of red. Did I just screw up years of friendship?
The best friend in me wants to laugh it off. The whole situation is ridiculous and embarrassing and could all be forgotten with a round ofI’m-sorrydrinks at the bar.
But the girl inside me is flustered and confused. Why did Liam watch?
The last fifteen minutes replay in my mind—the intensity in Liam’s stare, the electricity thrumming through my veins, promising that toe-curling orgasm even if it was on my fingers.
It would have been intense.
What is Liam doing right now, alone in his bedroom?
An image of him hits me, the metal of his zipper pinched between his fingers as he slowly drags it down…
“Stop.” I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. “Friends. Just friends.”
This is Kyle's fault for making me think I need to be more exciting.
Kyle. Shit. What am I going to tell him?
Do I have to tell him? It’s not like he saw Liam; he was too busy with his hand.
My chest aches with tears… or laughter. This situation is so surreal.
I grab Kyle’s bag from the floor and phone off the couch, then dart into my room.
Kyle’s phone vibrates in my hand, a text lighting up the screen.
Jessica: Next time.
Jessica: Miss u.
Jessica from his office? She misses him? I frown at the familiarity in her words.
Another message pings.
Jessica: Can’t wait to break in your new desk on Monday.
A cold trickle of unease slides down my spine—a new desk is scheduled to be delivered to Kyle’s office on Monday.
I drop the bag and type in the code to unlock my boyfriend’s phone. A string of messages between Kyle and Jessica bombards me. One in particular stands out.
Kyle: I wnt 2 cum on ur tits.
It was sent seventeen minutes ago… when I was taking off my dress.
The bathroom door opens, white-hot steam billows out, and Kyle’s smiling face winks at me. “Ready for round two?”
My chest heaves, and my fist clenches tight around the phone. “Jessica? You’re fucking Jessica?”
His smile drops.
I hurl the phone at him.
