Chapter 3:

Finally Breaking

We stumbled into the apartment laughing, a little tipsy from the club. The night out had been electric dancing close, bodies brushing, stolen glances that felt heavier than usual. Mia kicked the door shut behind us and turned to face me in the dim living room light.

“Chloe…” Her voice was lower, huskier. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. “What do you mean?”

She stepped closer, backing me against the wall. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way you tense up when I touch you. The way you disappear to your room after we cuddle.” Her eyes dropped to...