Secrets … dirty ones.
He was mine … there was a time … Or so I thought.
Instead, I was simply his dirty little secret.
He couldn’t, no wouldn’t risk telling his best friend – my brother – about us. So, I kept quiet. Blinded by love and bound by my own desires, I allowed it all.
I didn’t tell a single soul about my time with Sawyer, not my brother, not my closest friends.
Not then, and especially not now.
How can I? My best friend is his ex-wife.
The past is the past.
I’m over him.
I refuse to still love him.
He will never own me again.
I repeat the lies over and over again to myself every single day.
Only, deep down, no matter how hard I try to deny it, I’ve always been his.
I want more between us than a dirty little secret.