Forums

“It’s not that.” Margot could barely get the words out as we stood outside the club. I held her in my arms, hating to see her like this. The boy I’d been dancing with was long forgotten. I didn’t care about him. I only cared about her.

I’d only ever cared about her.

“Then, what?” I brushed a strand of jet-black hair out of her face, wiping away mascara tears. “Did someone say something?”

She shook her head. “Please don’t make me say it.”

“Say what? Please tell me.”

“I don’t want to ruin everything. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me. You’re stuck with me, girl. We’ve been best friends for six years.” And I’ve fantasised about you almost as long.

She turned her gaze away, watching the bouncer, watching the people entering and leaving. We’d been on the island for three days, staying at my parents’ holiday villa. I’d long ago resigned myself to the fact we’d never be together the way I wanted, but having Margot in my life meant everything. Seeing her upset was killing me.

“I think…” A sob shook her shoulders, and I pulled her closer. I hated this. Whoever had hurt her, I would claw her eyes out. I would cut his balls off. I would— “Coco, I think I’m in love with you.”

The world seemed to stop, as the words echoed inside my head. Had she really said what I thought she’d said?

“What…?” I stammered, unable to form a coherent thought.

Everything had changed.

“See, I knew it.” Margot sobbed. “Fuck. I’ve ruined—”

I crushed my lips against hers, cutting her off. I didn’t care who saw. She needed to know, and I didn’t have the words to describe how I was feeling.



***