SEDUCING MY BESTFRIEND'S BROTHER
Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender.
I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s
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