My Husband's Best Friend Is Obsessed With Me
I need to be able to walk away without looking back without craving and without ache.
But every time I close my eyes, I see him. Feel him. The way he looks at me, like he’s trying to memorize every breath I take. The way his hands move over me, steady and certain. The way his mouth finds mine like it’s always known where to go.
God, he knows what he’s doing. He knows exactly how to make me come apart, and it terrifies me how easily I let him.
“I got the burner phone,” Laura says, breaking into my thoughts. She digs into her bag and pulls it out. “Made a F******k account with fake details, like you asked.”
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