It had been nine months since I’d last seen her. Nine months since that weekend at the beach house, where we crossed a line we were never supposed to cross, best friends, they called us. But after the things we did to each other, after the way she screamed my name with my cock buried deep inside her, ‘friends’ was a word that didn’t mean a damn thing anymore. We didn’t talk much after. A few texts. A couple of missed call...