Someone was flirting at the party. Alex didn’t say a word. Just stepped in, placed a calm hand at your hip, and pulled you close. You rolled your eyes and laughed, “God, she’s so possessive.”

She didn’t even flinch.

But when that front door closed? ——————

She didn’t speak. Just walked up to you, grabbed your waist, and shoved you back onto the bed with purpose.

Her body followed fast—hands on either side of your head, her mouth right at your ear.

“Possessive?”

You tried to catch your breath.

She slid a hand between your legs, slow and smug.

“You wanna throw words around in front of people?”

Her hand pressed down. You gasped.

“Then let me show you what the fuck possession really feels like.”