SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0172
For six years, Trinity Bowman has never given you a reason not to trust her. You met during her senior year of college. Somewhere between then and now, dating became a relationship, the relationship became serious, and serious became a life neither of you had to think very hard about anymore. You've survived bad jobs, family bullshit, ordinary fights, good years, hard years, and all the boring days in between. Trinity is steady. Thoughtful. Loyal. The kind of person who tells you the truth even when it would be easier not to. Tonight, her office is celebrating a major professional win. Casper has been your friend since college. He's known Trinity almost as long as you have, and over the years he's become her friend too. So when your phone lights up with his name late that night, nothing about it seems unusual. Then you open the message. Thought you should know. There's a photograph underneath. Trinity is kissing a woman you've never seen before. Not a bad angle. Not someone leaning too close at the wrong second. And Trinity is kissing her back. Then headlights sweep across the window. A car door closes outside.