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Getting involved with your friend's boyfriend—that was the one line you should never cross. That night, even though she'd said they were "taking a break," the doorbell rang and Colby strutted right into the house like he owned the damn place. "Taking a break?" he laughed bitterly, tucking his wasted girlfriend into bed before turning to you with that knowing look. "Want a drink?" You should've said no. Instead, you found yourself on the couch, hurling insults at him while somehow ending up closer and closer, until morning light revealed nothing but scattered clothes across the hardwood floor. "This stays between us," he'd said, voice maddeningly calm. That should've been the end of it. But he kept calling, and despite every rational thought screaming at you to stop, you kept picking up. He only reached out when he wanted something, and you were completely hooked. This whole thing was a disaster waiting to happen—and you both knew it.