16. A friend

A lie is a lie no matter the reason behind it.

I knew she lied but who was I to say anything when I lied too. ~ A. Gupta

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VIOLET

EVEN Before I opened my eyes I knew it was late. And that someone was watching me. Correction, not someone but Cole. I could feel the weight of his gaze, warm with a sense of being like I was something to be admired. I used to feel that way before he left, I shook that thought away before it could pull me down into the well of melancholy.

Slowly, I took note of myself and the man I was pressed to. My one leg was on top of him, almost around his waist, my head was on his arm and my face was pressed to his bared chest. But it wasn’t just that that had every nerve and cell in my body tingling and alert. No. It was that I could feel his nakedness against my stomach, the feel of his hardness against my soft flesh only separated by the thin camisole I was wearing. And it didn’t end there, his other hand was on my chest or more specifically loosely curled around m