The best friend in this story is still my best friend. My husband is the love of my life but she’s my soulmate. We lived together for years and if you know me in real life there is a zero percent chance you don’t know her.
We’re also very open with each other about sex. We lived in a tight space and are both hella sexual. We used to make out, but she is tragically 100% straight.
So I worked with a dude who I had sexual tension with. He looked like a damn Greek god. He was beautiful and always flirting with me.
The problem? He had a girlfriend.
I had been the other woman before and had no interest in being someone’s gateway to cheating. However, it was kind of hard to deny our tension. We were very similar and started hanging as friends.
One night he was driving me home and he pulled over the car.
“Viola, I have to talk to you.”
“Ok…”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
*Oh no…*
“I think you have a girlfriend.”