Bachelor Party Confessions: Part 1. Bachelor Party Confessions, #2

It was supposed to be one wild night. A bachelor party. Too many drinks. A confession that should've stayed buried. I'm the best man-the steady one, the safe choice, the guy standing beside him when he says his vows. I'm not supposed to notice the way his body moves, the way his attention lingers, or how one stolen moment changes everything. But secrets don't disappear just because the wedding goes on.
Behind closed doors, restraint fractures. Glances turn into touches. Touches turn into something neither of us is willing to name-or give up. What starts as a mistake becomes a rhythm we can't break, no matter how carefully we pretend in public. Some desires don't fade. Some confessions aren't meant to be forgiven. And once crossed, certain lines refuse to be uncrossed.