Sky's P.O.V.

As I reach home, my mind spins after what I witnessed at Zoe's apartment. I can't shake the image of her from my mind—her flushed face, the way her legs were parted, and the way she pressed the vibrator against herself. These images replay over and over, driving me crazy.

Fuck! What's wrong with me? I need to take a shower.

I hurl my keys onto the kitchen counter and head straight to my bedroom, hoping a hot shower will clear my mind. But even under the warm water, I can't stop thinking about her—my best friend, the girl I've always protected, the girl I've never seen in that way.

I groan, frustrated with myself. "Get a grip, Sky. She's your best friend, not some fantasy." But my body doesn't listen. My mind is filled with images of her, and it's making me hard.

Damn! I shouldn't have seen her like that. It's wrong. I can't lust after my best friend. If Zoe ever finds out, I can't imagine how she'll react.

No. No. She can never know. It would ruin our friendship. I can't let that happen. She trusts me completely, and I can't betray that trust.

After the shower, I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to force myself to think about anything else, but Zoe won't leave my mind. I toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position, but it's no use.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. No matter how much I try to deny it, the truth won't change. Seeing Zoe like that has awakened something in me, something I've never felt before.

Eventually, I fall into a restless sleep. But even in my dreams, there is no escape—Zoe is there.

In the dream, I'm back in Zoe's room, where she's engrossed in pleasuring herself with the vibrator. But this time, I don't stand by the door. I approach her before crawling over her and snatching the vibrator from her hand, my eyes glued to her flushed face.

Hurling the vibrator aside, I grind myself against her wetness. "You'll enjoy my dick inside you more than the vibrator, Trouble," I whisper as I enter her.

"Sky...." She screams my name, wrapping her arms around my body and scratching my back.

"You like that, right, Zoe?" I thrust harder and deeper. Her moans drive me crazy, and the sound of her pleasure makes me increase my speed.

Just as we are both about to climax, I jolt awake, my body drenched in sweat, and my heart pounding.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I curse, sitting up and burying my face in my hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

I feel guilty for having such wild dreams about my best friend.

How could I dream about her like that? She's my best friend. It's wrong. It's so damn wrong. She trusts me.

I chastise myself for lusting after her, for letting my body betray the friendship that means so much to me.

I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to find peace.

***

The next morning, I look at myself in the mirror, determined to forget about last night as if it never happened. I can't let this ruin what we have. I have to control myself, for Zoe's sake and the sake of our friendship.

As I head to the kitchen to make some coffee, I hear my phone buzz. It's a text from Zoe.

Zoe: Morning! How was your meeting?

Sky: My meeting was great.

I mutter to myself, "But after the meeting, I caught you doing something I shouldn't have seen."

Shit! The images of her using the vibrator flash through my mind again.

Fuck!

Zoe: Are you coming to college? I'm thinking of packing some chocolate mousse for you.

Me: Of course. I'll be there soon.

Yes. I need to meet her, to remind myself of our bond, to push these thoughts and desires out of my mind. I have to protect our friendship, no matter what.

***

At college, as Alex and I walk into the classroom together, I spot Zoe sitting at her desk, engrossed in her notes. My heart skips a beat, and her figure from last night flashes in my mind—her spread legs, her moans, her expressions. The wild dream I had last night torments me.

She's dressed in a body-con dress, and I feel an overwhelming urge to rip it off and fuck her after bending her over the desk.

Fuck! What's happening to me?

Without a word, I turn and storm out of the classroom.

"Sky, what's wrong?" Alex calls after me, but I can't answer him. I need to get away. I need space to clear my head. Until then, I can't face Zoe.

If I see her now, she'll know something's wrong, and she'll make me spill the truth, no matter what. I can't let her know what I saw last night.

As I settle into my car, my phone buzzes with incoming calls from Zoe. I ignore her call for the first time, feeling like the worst friend in the world.

I'm sorry, Zoe. But I can't face you right now. I need some time to get a grip on myself.

I drive aimlessly for hours, trying to shake off the images of Zoe from last night, but nothing helps.

When I finally stop the car in front of my penthouse, my phone rings again. It's Zoe, and this time, I can't avoid her any longer.

"Hello." I answer after taking a deep breath.

"What's wrong, Sky? Alex told me you left the classroom as soon as you entered. And then you ignored my call." Her voice is laced with concern and confusion. "Are you alright?"

No, I'm not alright. I'm messed up. I saw you pleasuring yourself last night, and it awakened desires in me I never had for you. You're driving me insane, Zoe.

I'm dying to share it with you, but I can't because it would destroy our friendship. I might lose you.

Fuck! I can't imagine my life without you, Zoe.

"Sky, are you there? Can you hear me?" Zoe's voice pulls me back to reality.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Zoe, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Don't lie to me, Sky. I know something's bothering you. Talk to me."

Shit! She can tell from my tone that something's wrong.

How am I going to hide the truth from her? This is going to be so hard, but I have to. For us, I have to lie.

"Zoe, it's related to business," I lie, feeling guilty. "I have to go out of New York to handle some matters. I'll be back in a week or two."

"Suddenly?" She asks, concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, Dad needs my help." I lie again, desperate for an excuse to distance myself.

Maybe a week or two will be enough for me to forget about last night and face her.

"Sky, just remember there's nothing you can't handle," she reassures me. "I'm sure you'll solve this, and your dad will be proud, like always. So don't worry."

"What if I mess up this time?"

"I know you won't, but if you do, so what? I mess up every day, but look, I'm still living," she jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

I chuckle softly at her words. "Thanks, Zoe. I needed that."

She really has a way of making me feel better. Even without knowing what's truly bothering me, she cheers me up so easily.

"Anytime, Sky. Just promise me you'll keep in touch. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Trouble. Please keep yourself out of trouble, and if you get into any, call me." I instruct her in a stern tone.

I just pray that she stays safe while I'm gone.

"Don't worry about me. Focus on your work."

"I'll talk to you later, okay?" Although I want to keep talking to her, I need to end the conversation before I accidentally tell her the truth.

"Alright." She hangs up.

I lean back in my car seat, exhaling deeply. The conversation has made me feel a bit better, but Zoe's trust in me now feels like a burden.

How am I supposed to protect our friendship when my mind is filled with images of her I shouldn't be seeing?