Prologue

MY FEELINGS FOR him started when we were in high school. I was about to get hit by a flying ball when he caught it for me, and he ended up getting hit. After that day, I started to notice every small movement that he makes, starting from the way his fingers brush his hair, up to the way he bites his lips whenever he’s thinking, frustrated, or when he wants to say something but chooses to keep it with him instead.

I couldn’t accept that I am feeling this way for him— for my best friend since I was still in my diapers. And he doesn’t even have a single idea about what I feel for him, and I kept it for years.

Until something happened between us.

We play with fire over and over again every time he gets drunk, and he doesn’t even remember that I am the woman who he was making love with. Although it hurts, I accept what he can give just to feel his warmth until I get used to our set-up.

Not until I got pregnant.