Forbidden Neva Tasted This GOOD
She climbed the stairs, her thoughts spiraling.
This was how it always started. Small moments. Innocent reasons. Little lies she told herself so often they started to sound like the truth.
Nia’s room was exactly as Aire remembered it—clothes everywhere, candles half burned, pictures of them taped to the mirror. She grabbed the laptop from the bed and paused, staring at a photo of the two of them smiling wide, arms linked like nothing could ever come between them.
Guilt tightened her chest.
You’re a terrible friend, her mind whispered.