The Silent Death Of Our Love
Language: en
It started with a dare. A stupid, drunken game that ended with my boyfriend’s mouth on another woman’s. Bennett and I hadn't even shared a kiss that night before Tina lunged forward, pushing me aside to claim his lips for herself. "Stop messing around, Tess. It’s Claire’s birthday," Bennett said, his voice laced with that infuriatingly indulgent tone as he pinched her cheek. The room went deathly silent. My friends sat frozen on the velvet sofas of the lounge, eyes darting between me and the girl currently preening under my fiancé’s touch. Tina giggled, a sharp, girlish sound. "Don’t be…