with your best friend’s boyfriend?That is the question that twenty-six year-old Justine Sterling has been asking herself ever since the day she met David Whitman, her best friend Renee’s boyfriend. Justine is determined to ignore her growing feelings for the irresistibly charming David, until one night, when she finds herself in the bed of the one person she should stay away from.When Justine and David’s affair ends in heartbreak, Justine is forced to repair the damaged friendship with her best friend. In doing so, she learns that right and wrong decisions aren’t always black and white, and sometimes you have to follow your heart to see where it leads.
I crept back into David’s bed, trying my hardest not to wake him. Half of me wanted to slip my clothes on, sneak out the front door, and pretend this never happened, but I knew we had to talk.
David stirred beside me, and his eyes fluttered open. I waited for his reaction to mirror mine, but all he did was smile and wrap his arms around me in a half-hug.
“Good morning beautiful,” he mumbled, cradling his head in my neck.
When I didn’t respond, he looked up at me with sleepy eyes. Although he looked adorable in his half-conscious state, all my feelings for him had temporarily subsided. I just stared at him, unable to speak.
“Oh no,” he said. “Don’t look at me like that.”
I lay back on the bed and rested my head on the pillow, turning to face him. “David, I… we…” I sighed. “We should never have…”
“Listen,” he interjected, propping his head on his elbow. “I know what you’re thinking, and I know how you’re probably feeling right now. But I need you to know that I meant everything I said last night.”
And there it was, my biggest fear, staring me right in the face. Instead of David agreeing that it was all a mistake and suggesting we never mention it again, it was even worse.
David was in love with me, too.
I didn’t know what to say. No matter which direction I took, I couldn’t win. I couldn’t tell him I loved him, yet I couldn’t pretend I didn’t.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to respond.
I heard her before I saw her. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to react. The sound of footsteps in the hall. Doors closing and opening. Watching my best friend’s expression change from excitement to confusion to shock. All in a matter of seconds.
And for as long as I live, I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.
About the Author
In 2008, Rachel combined her love of writing and music and began freelancing for a music column in Worcester Magazine. She also worked as a music journalist for Starpulse News Entertainment and Jamsbio Magazine, as well as a fitness journalist for Prevention Magazine. Rachel graduated from Bridgewater University in 2011 with a B.A. in Communications and Media Studies.
She currently resides in Santa Monica, CA.