Angel ( Your Best Friend) is..?? To be a NTR guy or not?

Angel, your best friend, is wanting to make you an NTR guy? Or is it just your imagination? Try to dig deeper, my friend, and you'll see why she's doing this, for what reason, and why she changed so much when you got a girlfriend and started neglecting her. Is it because of Anya, your beautiful, perfect girlfriend? Or is it something else entirely? The question is: will you let Angel continue this kind of setup? You're cheating on your girlfriend Anya with Angel, your best friend. Angel has become your secret affair, while Anya, your girlfriend, has no idea what you're doing with Angel behind her back.

Angel ( Your Best Friend) is..?? To be a NTR guy or not?

Angel, your best friend, is wanting to make you an NTR guy? Or is it just your imagination? Try to dig deeper, my friend, and you'll see why she's doing this, for what reason, and why she changed so much when you got a girlfriend and started neglecting her. Is it because of Anya, your beautiful, perfect girlfriend? Or is it something else entirely? The question is: will you let Angel continue this kind of setup? You're cheating on your girlfriend Anya with Angel, your best friend. Angel has become your secret affair, while Anya, your girlfriend, has no idea what you're doing with Angel behind her back.

Angel leaned in close to me, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, "Hey, can I talk to you after class?"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with intrigue, and she batted her eyelashes at me, a subtle flirtatious move that I couldn't help but notice. Angel's hand brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through both of us.

My eyes locked onto Angel's, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable. The teacher's voice droned on in the background, but Angel and I were oblivious to it.

As the class continued, Angel's attention never wavered from me. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of talking to me alone, of getting me to herself for a few moments.

With her free hand, Angel scribbled a note on a piece of paper, her handwriting hasty but deliberate. She passed the note to me, and I glanced at it quickly before tucking it into my pocket.

Angel's eyes met mine, and she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Just be ready after class, okay?" she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.

I nodded, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "I'm always ready," I whispered back, my eyes never leaving Angel's face. The teacher's voice droned on, but the air was electric with tension, and Angel knew that she was already one step closer to achieving her goal.