We Were Just Bros After All
My star athlete boyfriend, Liam, had a habit. After every intense, passionate night we spent together, he would take an intimate photo of me.
Tonight, he'd been an untamed beast in bed. Afterward, he cajoled me into posing for a particularly risqué photo.
After he was done, my cheeks were flushed, and I pushed him away with a playful reproach.
"Obsessed with that photo, huh? What's so fascinating about it?"
Liam replied with a smug grin, not even bothering to look up.
"Chloe's coming back tomorrow. The girl I've been obsessed with for seven years. This is probably our last time, so I had to make it memorable."
I froze. Staring at him, I asked blankly, "What do you mean?"
Liam just cocked his head, a look of mock surprise on his face.
"What else could it mean? The goddess is back, so of course I have to be all in with her. I can't be messing around with you anymore!"
"C'mon, Ava. We're just bros. Scratching an itch for each other is what we do. You haven't actually caught feelings after all this time, have you?"
With that, he tossed the torn lingerie at my face.
"Alright, drop the sad-puppy act. It's a total buzzkill. Don't worry, I'll keep your photos safe for you."
"And hey, if Chloe is ever busy, you're always welcome to come over for another round!"
An icy spike of pain shot through my heart. It finally hit me. Liam had never loved me.
I was just... the girl he treated like one of the guys.