My Best Friend's Gorgeous Boyfriend (18+)

Embarking On An Illicit Escapade

"Did we just...?"

He was the first one to break the deafening quiet that blanketed the room, drowning out the rapid thud of my heartbeat. I wiped my sweaty palms on his bedsheets, feeling as though I had just pulled off the ultimate heist. I had managed to rob something that wasn't mine.

But then again, he wasn't exactly hers either.

My eyes remained glued to the ceiling; my cheeks flushed from our intimate meeting of the flesh as well as from my sheer mortification. I couldn't bring myself to look at him after crossing the boundary that neither of us had predicted we would ever get within inches of. Suddenly realizing I hadn't answered his question, I cleared my throat. "Uh-huh," I squeaked out, my eyes wide, my throat dry and the confidence that had been in my kisses and caresses only moments before now in shambles of panic.

This is wrong.

He nodded. "Okay, just checking my sanity to make sure that I haven't gone full delusional and imagined it." Twiddling his thumbs, he dared a glance at me. "Just so we're clear, you know it was only sex, right? It didn't mean anything, and it absolutely cannot happen again."

My gaze never left the fan blades rotating lazily above me. "Oh, absolutely. It definitely will not occur again. Under any circumstances. I completely cleansed you from my system."

He blew out a breath. "That's a relief. I'm glad we're both in agreement then."

We laid there for another several seconds, the gentle hum of the spinning blades doing the only talking. Then slowly, we both turned our heads to look over at the other. Our eyes locked, the fan doing little to cool the heat simmering in the air between us.

My brain instantly went hazy and temporary amnesia caused the words I had just spoken to be wiped from my memory. Without saying another word, our lips met in another steamy kiss. He rolled me on top of him, dragging the sheets along with me as we embarked on another illicit escapade. 

***

More than one year earlier

Vanessa

Soon, you'll be alone.

I watched in anxious anticipation as my boyfriend, Matt Jones, slammed the trunk of his Jetta shut before brushing off his palms on his dark jeans. "If I cram one more item into that car, she's likely to explode from the pressure."

"Ha!" I replied, following him around to the passenger side where there was a small enough gap within the belongings for my body to squeeze into. "Aren't we all?"

He arched a curious brow at me as he leaned in for a peck on the lips. "Are you perhaps have second thoughts about continuing your college studies in New York?"

Get it together, V. This is what you wanted. What you worked your ass off for.

Pulling the fingernail that I had been chewing on, away from my mouth, I waved him off. "Of course not! I'll adapt to the soul-crushing weight of having to be ripped apart from the love of my life for endless days and countless nights."

Matt grasped my shoulder, a teasing glint in his eye. "That's the spirit. I knew there was a reason why I fell in love with you."

Sighing, I settled in against the cushion of the seat, a movement of curtains from the front window of my house catching my attention. Matt's gaze flicked to the pane now covered by the lacey white fabric.