My Best Friend’s Shared Boyfriend - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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Felix Winston—Luna's boyfriend and my best friend's other half—grabbed my hand without warning. Before I could protest, his other arm hooked around my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My balance abandoned me, and instinct took over—I clung to him like a lifeline.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
"Damn, Evelyn, you're heavier than you look!" Felix teased, his breath hot against my eyelids.
A flicker of embarrassment flared, but I shot back, "Keep this up, and I'll tell Luna you're harassing me. Enjoy the couch tonight, Romeo."
He just laughed—then lurched forward without warning.
I yelped. "Hey—what the hell?!"
Weightlessness hit me like a wave, and my grip on him turned vice-tight.
Let me introduce myself: Evelyn Roscente, 25, full-time streamer. With a face that stops traffic and a body that keeps viewers hooked, I've made bank in this industry. Five years in, and I own a house outright in this mid-tier city—no mortgage, no regrets.
Luna Evans? My ride-or-die since college. She's the one who introduced me to my fiancé, Quentin Lowell, so yeah, we're tight. When she quit her soul-sucking job last year, I offered her and Felix a place to crash.
Now, the four of us live together—one big, chaotic family.
Thanks to Luna, Felix and I got comfortable fast. Too comfortable. These days, we joke about everything—no filter, no shame.
But right now? Suspended over the water in his arms, getting tossed around like a ragdoll, I had no choice but to press flush against him. His hands burned where they gripped me, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. It was terrifying.
And thrilling.
With another sudden jerk, I arched back instinctively, letting him take my full weight.
Felix noticed—of course he did—and his grin turned wolfish.
"Evelyn," he murmured, nodding toward the water. "Check out the lovebirds."
I followed his gaze, and my stomach twisted.
There was Quentin, spinning Luna in mid-air while she squealed like a kid on a rollercoaster.
Something sour curled inside me.
Felix scoffed. "Look at them, showing off like they're the main characters." His grip tightened. "Let's give them a real show, huh?"
My pulse spiked—but a traitorous part of me wanted to.
He adjusted his hold, pulling me even closer.
This was too much. I shoved at his chest. "Cut it out—this is weird."
The position, the implication—
God, my face was on fire.
Felix just chuckled. "Damn, Evelyn. Didn't know you had it in you."
His tone made it sound like he'd caught me fantasizing. My skin prickled, my thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory.
Then—without warning—he hoisted me higher. "Time to fly, princess."
Annoyed, I raised a hand to smack him—
And then we dropped.
A near-vertical freefall.
I shrieked, legs locking around him like a vise.
Adrenaline exploded through me, setting every nerve alight.
God, when was the last time I felt this alive?
When we finally stilled, Felix carried me back to the floating platform.
Just as I thought it was over, he sank—dragging me halfway underwater.
Then—
A deliberate nudge beneath the surface.
His voice was a hot whisper against my ear: "Be honest. Am I stronger than your fiancé?"
The answer slipped out before I could stop it:
"...Maybe a little."
Heat flooded my cheeks.
"Damn, Evelyn, you're heavier than you look!" Felix teased, his breath hot against my eyelids.
A flicker of embarrassment flared, but I shot back, "Keep this up, and I'll tell Luna you're harassing me. Enjoy the couch tonight, Romeo."
He just laughed—then lurched forward without warning.
I yelped. "Hey—what the hell?!"
Weightlessness hit me like a wave, and my grip on him turned vice-tight.
Let me introduce myself: Evelyn Roscente, 25, full-time streamer. With a face that stops traffic and a body that keeps viewers hooked, I've made bank in this industry. Five years in, and I own a house outright in this mid-tier city—no mortgage, no regrets.
Luna Evans? My ride-or-die since college. She's the one who introduced me to my fiancé, Quentin Lowell, so yeah, we're tight. When she quit her soul-sucking job last year, I offered her and Felix a place to crash.
Now, the four of us live together—one big, chaotic family.
Thanks to Luna, Felix and I got comfortable fast. Too comfortable. These days, we joke about everything—no filter, no shame.
But right now? Suspended over the water in his arms, getting tossed around like a ragdoll, I had no choice but to press flush against him. His hands burned where they gripped me, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. It was terrifying.
And thrilling.
With another sudden jerk, I arched back instinctively, letting him take my full weight.
Felix noticed—of course he did—and his grin turned wolfish.
"Evelyn," he murmured, nodding toward the water. "Check out the lovebirds."
I followed his gaze, and my stomach twisted.
There was Quentin, spinning Luna in mid-air while she squealed like a kid on a rollercoaster.
Something sour curled inside me.
Felix scoffed. "Look at them, showing off like they're the main characters." His grip tightened. "Let's give them a real show, huh?"
My pulse spiked—but a traitorous part of me wanted to.
He adjusted his hold, pulling me even closer.
This was too much. I shoved at his chest. "Cut it out—this is weird."
The position, the implication—
God, my face was on fire.
Felix just chuckled. "Damn, Evelyn. Didn't know you had it in you."
His tone made it sound like he'd caught me fantasizing. My skin prickled, my thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory.
Then—without warning—he hoisted me higher. "Time to fly, princess."
Annoyed, I raised a hand to smack him—
And then we dropped.
A near-vertical freefall.
I shrieked, legs locking around him like a vise.
Adrenaline exploded through me, setting every nerve alight.
God, when was the last time I felt this alive?
When we finally stilled, Felix carried me back to the floating platform.
Just as I thought it was over, he sank—dragging me halfway underwater.
Then—
A deliberate nudge beneath the surface.
His voice was a hot whisper against my ear: "Be honest. Am I stronger than your fiancé?"
The answer slipped out before I could stop it:
"...Maybe a little."
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