Little By Little

"Hi, Tristan!" I say through gritted teeth. I don't invite him in, but instead, I walk outside and close the wooden door behind me.
"Hi, Luna!" he says, brushing my ebony black hair behind me, making my cheeks burn. Then, he pulls me into a hug; which is normal, right? We have been friends for a long time. Hugging is something friends do, right? I feel a slight pang of jealousy mixed in with guilt. At the same time, I feel like I shouldn't be hugging my friend's boyfriend, yet, for only a second, just ONE second, I forget that he has a girlfriend and wished that I was his...