The two wake up in each other’s arms. The bed felt warm, familiar and safe. Safer than Tiffany was ever able to remember. “Good morning, sunshine” whispered a groggy Britney. “Mm, good morning to you” said Tiffany. “How was your sleep?” Asked a sweet good girl. “Best sleep I’ve gotten

The next time she corners me, it isn’t by accident. Nothing with her ever is. She doesn’t rush. She never has to. One step forward and I’m already retreating, back brushing the wall, pulse fluttering like it’s trying to escape my throat. Her eyes drag over me slowly—measured, assessing—like she

There was approval in her tone. But there was something else too. Expectation. Tiffany swallowed. “What exactly was that meeting?” Britney tilted her head slightly, studying her. “An audition.” The word hit harder than it should have. “For what?” Tiffany asked, though part of her

The restaurant was dimly lit, intimate in a way that felt intentional. Not romantic—calculated. Low chandeliers cast shadows that stretched long across white tablecloths. The kind of place where secrets were spoken softly and sealed even softer. Tiffany felt underdressed and overdressed all at o

Tiffany leaned in close, close with a pulsing breath until it happened… She was clipped… by her nail tech It wasn’t long until she heard her dominating voice. “Handle her very gently, she’s delicate” The rattling in her voice alone made Tiffany tremble. Shivers down her spine almos

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