Mine, but not Mine

“Mia…”

His voice was low, husky like a confession hiding behind every syllable.

“I’ve tried everything to get you out of my head. God knows I have. But every time I look at you... I see the part of me that feels whole.”



She turned away, heart pounding, eyes darting toward the door. “Don’t say things like that, Liam. I'm with your best friend ”



“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “And yet… I can’t stop thinking about you. About how you laugh when you're nervous. How you look away when you're lying. About how… safe I feel around you.”



“Liam”



He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him.



“Please don’t,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together.



“Stop pretending, Mia. You feel it too. Don’t lie to both of us.”



His lips brushed hers — slow, hesitant, almost asking for permission. Then he kissed her. And everything snapped.



“Liam, please… s-stop… ahh…” she breathed, her voice trembling.



The warmth of his mouth, the way his hands held her like she might disappear, it all made her knees buckle. The room spun, but she didn’t pull away.



Then —



She shoved him back, chest heaving, tears threatening behind her lashes.



“Why does it feel so wrong?” Liam asked, his eyes dark with something deeper than lust.



“Because,” she whispered, “i am not yours. You’re Liam, My boyfriend's bestfriend.”



His voice cracked.

“And yet… it feels like you were meant for me all along.”