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Best Friend’s Dad (8)

Penulis: Zaynab_writes
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-09 05:20:59

Sara

Layla almost caught us. Again.

That makes it the second time now. And I swear, the way she looked at me—wide-eyed, like something wasn't adding up—it's only a matter of time before she pieces things together.

I've tried to act normal around her. Smile at her stories, laugh when I'm supposed to, nod along like my insides aren't tangled up in guilt and heat. But deep down, I know I'm slipping. We're slipping.

Right now, I'm sitting on a plastic white chair under some fairy lights that don't do much to brighten this dull little backyard gathering Layla dragged me to. "We're always cooped up at home," she had said. "You need to socialize, Sara. You're starting to look like you live in my dad's garage."

I had forced a laugh. If only she knew how often I was in his room.

Everyone here was chatting, music low in the background, drinks being passed around in red cups. It's typical, harmless. But all I can think about is being home. Being with him.

The way his eyes darken when no one else
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