My Boyfriend's Best friend

ONLY the light from the moonlight spilled into her boyfriend's bedroom as all three of them slept on his big bed.

Cassian, my boyfriend and a heavy sleeper, lay sprawled on his side, a soft snore emanating from his chest with each breath. His arm, flung carelessly across Aria’s waist, felt like a dead weight. Next to him, on the far edge of the king-sized mattress, Dante shifted, a soft rustle of sheets the only sound. Aria’s eyes, wide and unblinking, fixed on ...