Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
She’d whisper them into my ear, her grip tightening playfully.
As I spoke, her fingers began to trace light patterns on my shirt, occasionally brushing against the hard planes of my abs beneath the fabric. It was a familiar gesture, one that had become almost second nature between us. Our friends, exchanged knowing glances, a soft conspiratorial smile playing on their lips. It wasn’t new; in our little circle of newfound friends at the expo, Gabe and Gayle had become accustomed to being shipped as lovebirds. It was an unspoken assumption, a comfortable, teasing dynamic that we never corrected, mostly because it felt… natural. Organic. A protective bubble in my otherwise fractured world.
“Oh,
Bab Populer