Oh Evan, you have no idea how intensely I want you. I know it’s wrong to want you. You’re engaged to someone else. And let’s not forget that my ex is your best friend. Or at least, he was your best friend. It seems as if you’ve drifted apart during the last few years. Maybe that’s why I don’t feel nearly as bad about my feelings for you as I should.
I don’t know about you, but I feel chemistry, tension between us. I want us to enjoy each other, surrender to lust. Where’s the rule that says friends can’t fuck? Isn’t it safer with someone you trust?
I’ve imagined what our first time together would be like. We’d be nervous, we’d feel a little wrong about it, but desire would soon overcome that. We would both be hesitant to cross that line, to go into that forbidden territory – I’d still be your best friend’s (ex) girl, after all.