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Sarah
I owed my best friend the biggest apology ever.
I’d written him about twenty different texts throughout the day. Hadn’t sent any of them. I knew I needed to speak to him face-to-face, but I was scared.
He’d warned me, over and over, that we couldn’t sleep together, but I’d refused to listen. And I wasn’t sure what exactly had happened to him last night, but I knew it had hurt him.
Hurting him had never been my intention. But in my defense, I hadn’t even known it would be possible.
I still couldn’t believe Brandt had a secret, something he’d never told me, something that haunted him.
That stung. I thought I knew everything, every deep, dark corner of his being. But then I realized the only part of him he’d ever kept from me was his s*x life, and this obviously had something
