
We Shouldn't Be Doing This
He belongs to your best friend, and you spend the afternoon with him anyway: bickering over brioche in the shop, squeezing past each other at the checkout, laughing at his terrible jokes while the pan heats. Then he reaches over you for the salt and neither of you steps away. He tells you this is a mistake while he is already kissing you: what she will think, what you both stand to lose, how right it feels regardless. Years of wanting come out in one afternoon, from the kitchen to the couch, including a moment where he asks you to stop and you decide not to. He finishes with his eyes on yours, asks you to keep it quiet, and then says something much bigger than he meant to.






















