ログイン❈❈Mila Pov❈❈My mother called me on Wednesday."Mila, I've set you up on a date," she said before I could even say hello."Excuse me?" I said. "You did what?""I've set you up on a date," she repeated. "With Ronan. He's the minister's son. He's successful, handsome, and interested in meeting you.""Mom, for the love of Christ," I said. "You can't just set me up without asking me first. That's insane.""You need to move forward," she said. "You need to put yourself out there again. This is me trying to help.""By ambushing me?" I asked."By introducing you to a nice young man," she said. "Saturday at seven. The Italian place downtown."I wanted to say no, hang up the phone and tell her to mind her business. But some part of me that was tired of being alone, wanted to prove I could move on. So I said yes.Saturday came around way too fast.I spent like an hour getting ready, which was ridiculous because it wasn't like I was trying to impress this guy. My mother had literally just sprun
❈ ❈Cassie Pov❈ ❈I was nervous as hell walking into the restaurant.Jayson had called me three days ago asking if we could grab lunch. Just to talk but funny how I had spent the last seventy-two hours convincing myself that this was my chance.My chance to tell him that I actually loved him. And not the fake love I'd manufactured when we were engaged. But real love and the kind that grew when he wasn't looking.He was already at the table when I got there. He stood up to hug me and I held on just a little too long, trying to memorize the feel of him."Hey," he said, sitting back down. "Thanks for meeting me.""Of course," I said. "How have you been?""Good," he said. "Really good actually. Life's been... different but good."We ordered food and made small talk for a bit. About work. About his new apartment. About how the company was doing.But I could feel my heart pounding in my chest the whole time."So there's something I wanted to talk to you about," he said finally.This was it.
❈ ❈ Mila Pov ❈ ❈My apartment felt different now or maybe I felt different in it. Everything was the same. Same furniture, same paint on the walls, same view of the city from my window but it all felt smaller somehow. Like I had shrunk back into my old life and it didn't fit anymore.I was making tea when Riley texted that she was on her way over.Riley: bringing snacks. I have so much to tell you.Me: bet betWhen she got there, she looked different too. Her hair was longer. She'd dyed it darker. She had this glow that I recognized from before, the look of someone who was getting fucked real good and thinking about it constantly."Okay bitch," she said, flopping onto my couch like she owned it. "First of all, are you actually okay? Like I want you to be real with me."I handed her a mug of tea and sat down next to her."No cap?" I said."No cap," she confirmed."I miss y'all," I said. "Like, every single day. I wake up and for like two seconds I forget we're not together anymore and
❈ ❈ Mila Pov ❈ ❈ I couldn't do this anymore.The realization hit me on our last morning at the resort. I was sitting on the private beach by myself, watching the waves, and I just... knew. This wasn't working. I wasn't built for this.Riley and Jayson had always been us. But lately it felt like I was just the extra. The third wheel that made it a throuple instead of what it actually was — two people deeply in love who'd let me tag along.I'd been thinking about it since my parents walked away. Since my father looked at me like I was a stranger. Since I realized I was about to lose millions of dollars because I wanted to play house with people who didn't need me the way I needed them.Jayson loved Riley. Like, actually loved her. The way he looked at her. The way he touched her. The way he talked about her when she wasn't around.And Riley... Riley loved us both but she had me first. Before Jayson. That was their thing.Where did that leave me?Sitting on a beach in a resort I c
❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈The resort was exactly what we needed.White sand. Turquoise water. The kind of place where nobody knew who we were and nobody cared that we were a throuple. It was just three people in love, and that was it.Jayson had rented us a private villa with a balcony that overlooked the ocean. The first thing I did when we got there was take off my shoes and just stand there, breathing in the salt air like it could fix everything that had gone wrong over the past few weeks.We spent the first day just existing. Swimming. Eating. Not talking about anything heavy. But on the second day, over breakfast on the terrace, Jayson brought it up."We need to talk about what comes next," he said. He was casual about it, like he wasn't asking us to plan our entire lives. "Like, actually talk about it.""Okay," I said. "What comes next?""I'm thinking we get a place together," he said. "Something that's ours. Not your apartment. Not some place we're just crashing at. Actually ours."
❈❈ Mila Pov ❈ ❈My mother was staring at me like I just told her I killed somebody. “So let me get this straight,” she said, voice already that sharp, judgmental tone. “You’re in a video. A sexual video. With your best friend. Riley Thompson. The girl who’s been coming to this house since you were fourteen.” I didn’t say shit. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t make it worse. “And you’re… what, exactly?” my dad asked from across the room. Dude barely ever spoke during these talks. Today he was locked in. Today he was disappointed as hell. “She’s bisexual, obviously,” my mom said for me. “Or lesbian? I honestly don’t even know anymore. Everything is so fluid these days.” The way she said “fluid” like it was a fucking disease. “It’s not about labels,” I said quietly. “I love them. Both of them. It’s not that complicated.” “Not that complicated?” She stood up. “Mila, it’s extremely complicated. You’re having a sexual relationship with a woman. Your best friend. And apparentl
Days blurred together after we got back home. Not bad blurred—just heavy. We were talking again, really talking, but not about the obvious thing. We'd sit up late over coffee that went cold, or I'd find Dave already at the kitchen table when I came down in the morning, like he'd been awake for hou
I woke up to gray light bleeding through the curtains we forgot to close last night. My body felt destroyed in that specific way—sore in places that reminded me exactly what happened, muscles aching from positions and exertion I wasn't used to. The room was quiet except for the air conditioner's lo
Dave hadn't touched me for six days. Not a real touch—the kind that meant something. The kind that said *I love you* or *I forgive you* or *I still want you*. I moved around our house like a ghost in my own life, cooking meals he barely ate, asking about his day and getting one-word grunts in retu
I lay on my back staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, the sheets already cooling under my ass. Dave was still breathing hard beside me, with one arm draped across my stomach like it always ended up. Another Tuesday night special — missionary for five minutes, a bit of clumsy fingering,







