Playing Games with the Boy Next Door
Language: en
I had a brief, fleeting romance with my best friend’s younger brother. When we broke up, he asked me, "Were you just playing with me?" "Yes." Years later, he became incredibly cold, refusing my kisses and dodging my hugs. "What are you doing?" I asked, frustrated. He blew out a ring of smoke, a smirk on his lips. "Playing with you."