Accidental Betrayal

I lay in bed, still in my makeup, envisioning countless ways Macie might find out and confront me.

When the doorbell rang, I opened the door, feeling utterly defeated.

Henry was leaning against the doorframe, swinging my wallet between his fingers. A smug smile played on his lips. "Wendy, we meet again. Did you miss me?"

How could this guy be so forward even when sober?

I stared at him, completely shocked. "H-How do you know where I live?"

"Macie told me," he replied nonchalantly. "She said you had a stomach ache this morning, so I wanted to check on you. Was I too rough last night? Sorry, I'll be gentler next time."

Next time? He seriously thought there was gonna be a next time?!

Alright, I had to admit that I was really into him last night, but it was not on purpose. Now that we were both sober and he knew who I was, he was still saying stuff like that? Was he nuts?

Henry walked in like he owned the place, sat down, and pulled me by the wrist, making me sit on his lap.

"Hey, what are you—mmph." I tried to protest, but Henry covered my face with a cold, wet cloth, making it hard to breathe. For a moment, I thought of those old shows where they smothered people with a wet cloth. Was Henry here to silence me? Was all that flirting just to distract me?

Luckily, he removed the cloth quickly and started wiping my face.

He was wiping my face?

I had a wild guess... Was he taking off my makeup?

"Wendy, you shouldn't wear makeup for too long. It's bad for your skin. I wanted to help you remove it last night, but you tied my hands."

God, I wanted him to stop talking.

His movements were gentle, his breath lightly touching my face. I could see his long eyelashes fluttering. Henry was really handsome, or I would not have been so blinded by lust and made a huge mistake last night.

After removing my makeup, he sounded hurt as he asked, "Wendy, why didn't you accept my friend request?" Henry's voice cut through the awkward silence.

Why? Did he really need to ask?

My stomach churned at the memory. "Last night... was a mistake. I was drunk, okay? I thought you were someone else. And if I'd known you were with Macie, I would've rather slept with a dog than with you. Let's just forget it ever happened, okay? Keep it between us. You get me?"

I thought I was clear, but Henry looked wounded. "Are you trying to dodge responsibility here?"

Honestly, I thought he seemed a bit off. He did not seem to get it.

Before I could respond, the living room door creaked open, and Macie stepped in, her eyes narrowing when she saw Henry. My pulse quickened, my mind racing to find an excuse.

"Henry? What are you doing here?" Macie asked, suspicion lacing her tone.

Henry glanced at me, his expression a mix of sadness and frustration. I jumped in, desperate to take control of the situation. "Macie, Mr. Gordon is here to see you."

Macie turned to me with a smile. "Looks like you two have already met. Oh, Wendy, add him as a friend, will you? You know each other now, so stay in touch."

Sometimes, I really wanted to know what was going on in Macie's head. How could she ask another woman to add her boyfriend's contact information and keep in touch?

"Are all med students this weird?" I muttered under my breath.

Macie once juggled two handsome guys at the same time and asked me what to do.

"Give me one," I joked at the time, half-serious.

To my surprise, she grinned and said, "Which one do you want?"

I never thought she would actually consider sharing a boyfriend with her best friend.