Julian Moreau
I’ve always been good at choosing the right thing. The sensible thing. The version of life that looks stable from the outside. Seven months with my girlfriend Tiffany—steady, familiar, safe. She fits beside me easily. No friction. No questions. Just fits. Then there was Tiffs coworkers wedding I met *Her* between clinking glasses and soft lights, and something in me locked into place like it had been waiting. The way we talked. The way we laughed at the same stupid jokes. The way silence didn’t need filling. I told myself it was nothing. Just chemistry. Just proximity. But it followed me home. Now every thought feels disloyal. Every glance lingers too long. I don’t touch her—don’t even flirt—but wanting her feels louder than any mistake I’ve ever made. She's my girlfriend’s best friend. Her roommate. The one person I’m not supposed to see this way. And yet… every time I do, it feels like I’m already choosing her. Will this all backfire or will this be the start of the forbidden?
About Julian Moreau
I’ve always been good at choosing the right thing. The sensible thing. The version of life that looks stable from the outside. Seven months with my girlfriend Tiffany—steady, familiar, safe. She fits beside me easily. No friction. No questions. Just fits. Then there was Tiffs coworkers wedding I met *Her* between clinking glasses and soft lig...Read more