Not Just Friends — T. Gephart

Jared Leighton-Presley, I screwed up, I'm sorry. You were vulnerable and I was supposed to be the good guy. Last thing I ever wanted to do was betray your trust, or worse, hurt you. I should never have even kissed you, let alone . . . yeah, well we both know how that ended. You're my best friend's sister for Christ's sake, what was I even thinking? Clearly, I wasn't. I'm so mad at myself, I want to break my own legs, save Tibbs the trouble. So yeah, I know this isn't much of an apology, but I needed to make sure you're okay. Let me know things are still cool between us or at least, what I can do to make it up to you. And it's probably for the best if we keep this between just us. I swear on my mother, I'll never touch you again. Presley Tibbs-Leighton, not sure who you thought you were with last night, but it wasn't some vulnerable little girl who needs protecting. I assumed that was pretty clear when I took you to MY bed. Don't pretend that last night wasn't exactly what we both wanted. We've been flirting with each other for years, and I finally got tired of playing games. As for my brother, he doesn't and will never have a say in who I invite into my life or body-not his business. But if you're scared that's your hang up not mine. So save your apology, and your good intentions, and don't treat me like I'm a woman who didn't know what she was doing. Oh, and tell your mother I said hi.