Three's Not a Crowd

It started like a game. Exciting. The kind that gets your blood running. I liked the way he looked when my boyfriend held me and kissed me. I was intoxicated by how he felt in those moments—only when he entered our bedroom did I realize I’d gotten carried away.

As soon as Theo’s door closed, I pull the blanket up to my chin and unsuccessfully try to breathe. Oxygen burns the living out of my chest.

— I didn’t expect that from you, — a quiet, low voice comes from the right.

I force myself to turn my head toward the sound and run into his flat belly. Pulling on his jeans, Philip buttons his fly.

— I’m the same about you, — I squeeze out the first thing that comes to my mind.

No matter what I would say now, it wouldn’t change the fact that from now on I don’t exist for him anymore.