Hooking up with my best friend’s crush
He drives them back to the apartment building, the windows cracked to let the wind whip through their hair, her hand resting in his lap the entire way, his thumb tracing circles on her palm.
As they pull up to the curb, the streetlights cast long, distorted shadows. Gwen’s silhouette is visible in the floor window—a dark shape framed by the warm glow of the living room lamp, watching the street.
They step out of the car together, laughing at some shared, private joke, their faces bright and glowing. They are holding hands, their fingers interlaced.
Selene sees Gwen’s silhouette move. She pulls her hand away fast, the sudden coldness of her palm making her heart sink.
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