“Was it also for her?”Her voice had been shaking. Shaking, damn it. I’m such a f*****g i***t.
After everything I told myself, everything I swore, I still went and did it. I still touched her.
I told myself I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. But when Ray was right next to me, hair twisted into that soft messy bun, lips looking so pink, so ripe... I couldn’t walk away. I couldn’t not taste her.
It happened in a split second. And just like that, it was too late to undo it. I kissed her. And I hurt her. In the same breath.
After the almost-kiss in the kitchen that day, I knew. I already knew Ray probably had feelings for me. And it made me feel… happy. Comfortable, even. I relaxed a little when she was around Peter, knowing that she might choose me if given the chance.
But that was selfish. I knew
