Before me and my wife ever became me and my wife, there was a moment — a dangerous, electric moment — where I could’ve crossed a line with her married best friend. The tension was there, thick enough to taste. My cousin ended up blowing that situation up before anything happened, and life carried on.
Fast forward: marriage, kids, the whole settled life.
But here’s the thing.
Every time we’re all together — especially after a few drinks — there are these looks. Not obvious. Not innocent either. Just a second too long. A flicker of something that feels like unfinished business. Like a door that was never fully closed.
Nothing will ever happen. I know that. I love my wife, and I’m not about to torch my life.
But damn… the thought has lived rent-free in my head more times than I care to admit. |
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