Betraying The Boy Who Owned Everything
Language: en
I saw the moment the transfer student slipped a foil packet into my childhood best friend's pocket. He noticed me and offered a smirk. "Relax, bro. It's not for me and your girlfriend." Tessa explained, her voice already edged with exhaustion. "We ran out of the rubber sheaths we need for the lab experiment. This is a substitute. Don't make a big deal out of it, Locke." She was bracing herself for my usual display—the jealousy, the possessiveness, the scene she’d come to find both frustrating and entirely predictable. But I simply lowered my head, my expression vacant, and went back to my…