Mercury

Prologue

Prologue:

My inner diva says it's not good to be secretly in love with my boyfriend's best friend, and common sense tells me that dating the former in pursuit of the latter is never the right approach, but what can I say? I'm not exactly a stickler for rules.

Of course, there are times I feel like a total snake, but those thoughts usually dissipate whenever Logan and his Calvin Klein-worthy best friend start playing strip poker.

I'd hate to sound like a total pervert but every article of clothing he had on his body signified the amount of sanity left in my brain. And mind you, there wasn't much of both.

Despite that, I'm actually quite proud of myself for having stayed in this relationship as long as I have, I mean, not that Logan has been mistreating me or anything because he's actually on the road to becoming the ideal boyfriend. There's just one bump on that glorious road to perfection: He's not Chase Williams.

He doesn't have his best friend's trademark auburn hair; soul sucking forest green eyes; and baby Jesus, I can't have forgotten those dimples. Whoever made him, woooo, they must have been digging for a long time because if they didn't find oil, they sure found a freaking gold mine.

And did I mention that his forest green eyes sucked souls? Maybe I didn't or maybe I did but now I'd like to take back what I said. Aside from sucking souls, they swayed hearts too, and I would know because those emerald jewels were just inches away from mine.

Am I doing something wrong? Morally, yes. But God grant me salvation, his lips just felt so right. I threw my morals in the fan along with the thoughts of guilt and Logan.

Logan. Unlike Chase, his eyes always held a hint of mirth. Dark hair partly covering one eye, hiding an elegant face set with a permanent frown. I like to think that I'm the only one who can make him smile.

I can't imagine what he would do if he ever found out. He'd get pissed, definitely. Feel betrayed? Undeniably. Cheated? Well, technically, that is what I'm doing. 

But that's not the point.

My point is that I'm obsessed with Chase, but I'm still reluctant to hurt even a single hair on Logan Groves. To my defense, Logan is the best friend I never had and I didn't want to break him. But that's just it. There was no spark, no fireworks, nothing like what Chase and I have right now.

You see, trying to love Logan was like finding a needle in the haystack. For the first few months, I tried. I really did. But now, I'm not sure if it was ever really there. 

I don't want to hurt him.

At least, not like this.

But it happened anyway.