Seeing a friend drive away with his lover hurts more than I ever thought it would. I stood there, hand half-raised, watching as Noah and Elara's car rolled down the street. The hum of the engine faded, the silhouette of the car shrinking into the distance until they vanished behind the corner.
"It hurts so much..." I muttered, the words slipping out before I could swallow them. My stomach growled even though I'd just eaten—two whole pizzas to myself, and somehow I still felt empty. Maybe it wasn't hunger. Maybe it was just the hole he left behind every time he drifted away from me.
My thoughts circled back to that moment on the couch—when I almost asked if I could share him. The words had sat heavy on my tongue, trembling at the edge of escape, but fear held me back. If I'd said it, Elara might've hurt me... or worse.
"Why did you have to make me fall for you, Noah..." I whispered, my voice cracking as I kicked at a patch of grass on the lawn. The night air bit at my cheeks, cold and sharp, like punishment for even thinking about him that way.
I turned toward my house, staring at its dark windows and chipped paint. It felt smaller somehow, emptier. "I just... want you to come home with me someday," I said softly, as if the wind could carry the wish to him.
"Oh well... at least you're still my friend," I murmured with a small smile, twisting the doorknob open. The door creaked as I stepped into the familiar chaos—clothes scattered across the floor, beer cans lined up like trophies on the coffee table, and the faint smell of cigarettes clinging to the air. Mom never cleaned. She couldn't even be bothered to call a maid for a single day.
"Hey... finally back. You've been going out a lot, I've noticed," she said with a lazy yawn, lifting her usual beer to her lips. Same brand, same half-naked man printed on the label.
"Yeah, I have a friend—well, friends, kinda," I said, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a protein shake. The chill from the bottle bit into my palm as I kicked the fridge door shut with my heel. I flopped down on the couch beside her, the cushions sinking under my weight as I took a long sip. The cold liquid slid down my throat, giving me just enough energy to pretend everything was normal.
"Woah, that's insane. I thought you were gonna remain alone forever! So, what's her name?"
I almost missed her question, too busy savoring the taste of the shake. Vanilla—sweet, soft, and comforting. It always reminded me of Noah. Pure and simple, but somehow still the thing I craved most.
"Actually, it's a guy. His name's Noah," I said casually.
Mom nearly spat out her drink. "HOLY SHIT, MY DAUGHTER'S FUCKING SOMEONE?!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the house.
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. "No, Mom. Not like that. He's just a friend."
Her shoulders slumped immediately, a dramatic pout forming on her lips as she sank back into the couch. "Well that's disappointing," she muttered before taking another long sip of beer. "But it's in your blood, Bella! You're supposed to be wild—brutal, unstoppable, just like your old lady!"
I couldn't help but laugh under my breath. "Yeah, sure, Mom. Totally the legacy I'm aiming for."
She winked, waving her can lazily in the air. "Aw don't give me that shit, I still have the pictures you gave me of the girls you used to beat up on in middle school."
I looked down at the half-empty shake in my hand, the vanilla taste still lingering on my tongue. Maybe she was right about one thing—whatever was happening with Noah, it was definitely running deeper than just friendship.
"Give it some time, and before you know it, you'll have him under you, riding him hard, taking every inch of his cock until he's begging for more. That's exactly how it was with your father," Mom said with a heavy sigh, her eyes distant as she drifted back to memories of Dad, back when he was alive and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"He's in a better place now... God, I don't think I'll ever love anyone the way I loved him..." Her voice cracked, and a soft sniffle escaped her as tears welled up.
I shifted uncomfortably on the spot, watching her crumble under the weight of his absence. I hated seeing Mom cry over Dad's death—it always left me feeling helpless and out of place. I took the moment as my cue to slip away, leaving her to her thoughts and the ghosts of happier times.
I crept into the garage and started my usual purge: a hundred push-ups until my arms shook, three hundred sit-ups that made my core burn, then whatever else my body demanded.
Before the routine, I let my fists fly at the concrete—over and over—until my knuckles split and bled. The metallic sting was almost delicious, something real to anchor me. Every hit had Noah's face taped to it in my head: some girl stepping too close, some idiot thinking she could touch him. I pictured myself making her regret it, imagined the way she'd crumble beneath me.
Part of me knew it was stupid, that my stare usually did the job before my fists needed to, but the fantasy kept returning anyway—fast, ugly, and impossible to ignore.
I rushed through the rest, the heat between my legs growing more insistent with every passing second. Noah was just there in my brain, looking like a damn snack, and my mind kept wandering to all the things I wanted to do to him. I couldn't focus worth shit.
Normally, I'd drag out my workout, but today? Nah, I cut it short. I banged out the one hundred pushups, my arms burning as I powered through, sweat dripping down my forehead, my breath coming in sharp bursts.
Each rep made my core tighten, but all I could think about was how much I needed relief from this aching need. Then I moved on to the three hundred sit-ups, my abs screaming by the end of it, my tank top clinging to my skin with sweat. Every crunch made me hyper-aware of the pulsing heat lower down, driving me fucking crazy.
I finished up, panting, my body buzzing with energy and desperation. Noah was still there in my mind, oblivious to the wildfire he'd ignited in me. Goddamn, I needed to do something about this, and fast.
I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over my sweat-soaked skin, washing away the grime from my workout. My body was still buzzing, the heat between my legs practically throbbing as I ran my hands over myself. I couldn't help it—my fingers slid down, brushing against my nether region, and fuck, I was soaked, burning with need. "Jesus Christ, am I in heat or something?" I muttered to myself, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. The ache was unbearable, begging for release.
I was so damn close to just plunging a finger inside, letting myself go right there under the stream of water, but I stopped myself. "Not here," I growled under my breath. If I was gonna do this, I wanted to do it right—sprawled out in bed, no interruptions, not standing in a shower trying to scrub off sweat at the same time. I forced my hands away, rinsing off quickly, the anticipation making my pulse race even harder.
I hopped out, grabbing a towel to pat myself dry, but I didn't even bother with clothes. Why waste the time? My skin was still damp as I padded down the hall to my bedroom, the cool air doing nothing to calm the fire inside me.
I turned the lock with a sharp click, ensuring no one could barge in, and flopped onto my bed, the soft sheets rubbing against my bare skin. My hand moved on instinct, sliding down to my clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "Fuck, finally," I sighed, my breath hitching as the first waves of pleasure started to build, my hips shifting restlessly against the mattress. Every touch sent sparks through me, and I knew I wasn't gonna hold back for long.
I slid one finger inside, the sensation forcing my hips to roll involuntarily as a sharp cry escaped my lips. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Noah, his perfect lips working in flawless rhythm with my aching cunt, teasing and tasting every sensitive spot.
"Fuck, am I really about to cum already?" I groaned, my voice trembling with desperation. My back arched off the surface beneath me, every muscle tensing as the wave hit.
I shattered, my release flooding out, soaking the towel beneath me in a warm, wet mess. Holy shit, I've never came that hard in my life, the aftershocks still rippling through me as I gasped for air.
I was truly in love—so much that it scared me. “Why, Noah? Why you? Why did you have to make me love you...”