Earlier that day....
Eric didn't know what to think anymore.
"he muttered under his breath. "We messed up. Big time."
He flung his body away from her, disgusted at himself. Everything spiraled the moment he saw Tyler's name flash on her phone first a text, then a call. Guilt crashed over him like a wave. She had left less than five minutes later. When he returned to the living room, she was gone.
Gone.
She had left the house completely.
"What the hell have I done?" he whispered, panic clawing at his insides.
Tyler.
Tyler, his best friend since high school. His brother in everything but blood. The guy who'd been there when his life was falling apart who held him up when everyone else turned their backs.
And now?
Now he was sneaking around behind his back kissing Anne. Touching Anne. Almost fucking Anne.
Eric dragged his hands over his face, groaning as the shame took root.
"I'm a piece of shit," he said to himself. "A terrible friend. A bad human being."
