You've been his for years, and I respected it. Maintained my distance.

Kept my silence. My secret.

Until that night you came to me, disillusioned, angry and hurt. God help us both, but I crossed my carefully drawn line before you left, disappeared.

Now, you're back, and my need for you is a beast that hasn't been fed and has grown hungrier in the years since I've seen you. I remind myself we can't be more than friends, that you're off-limits to me. But it doesn't stop me from secretly craving what can never be mine.

You.

My fantasy. My sin.

My joy. My regret.

My best friend's woman.

Jessie's girl.