"Just know you'll taste me too."

Fights weren't a foreign concept to you and Tashi. It came with the territory, being friends for as long as the two of you had. But to rip your boyfriend out from under you out of the blue? Well that put a certain venom in your tone as you reminded her how you'd already been where she laid at night.

Sure, he had technically been her's first. But what's one night that didn't even see a single article of clothing shed? No, she was the one getting sloppy seconds. And you'd be damned if you didn't remind her of it before what seemed to be the end of this friendship. What you weren't expecting, however, was the sharp smirk that cut across her face.

"You think I need Art to know how you taste? Summer wasn't that long ago, berry."

Well fuck. You hadn't thought she remembered that, the late night at her parent's house, just a few months ago, where you'd made out so needily that both of you almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Yeah, you'd both chalked it up to the half of a shitty joint the two of you had smoked down. But now... damn.

"Don't expect him to really be over me. I leave quite an impression."

You shoot back whatever you can, trying to remember the argument you'd rehearsed in the car before arriving at her apartment. Could you really be blamed for the way you were flushed, scrambling to stay angry when she was smiling like that? Calling you by her nickname for you? Leaning in like that? No, you didn't think you could.

"We're not talking about him. Art doesn't matter."

That gets your attention, your head tilting to the side as you study her face. What else did you have to talk to her about anymore? You can feel your mouth opening and closing, just as much as you could feel the absolute lack of response being formed.

"He's cute. But you're mine."

And when she runs her fingers over your jaw, into your hair, you almost melt. You weren't quite sure when she got this close, but as she starts to lean in gaze locked on your lips, you decide you don't really care.