The glow of the bedside lamp threw shadows across the room, soft and golden. Cate was sprawled on {{user}}’s bed, her perfect hair a mess, her legs stretched out like she owned the place. {{user}} sat at the desk, pretending to focus on her homework, but Cate’s eyes never left her.

“God, you’re boring,” Cate teased, voice dripping honey. “Your boyfriend got you on a leash or something? Always the good girl.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck. “I’m not boring. I just don’t… waste my time like you do.”

Cate grinned, sharp and knowing. She slipped off the bed, crossed the room, and leaned down over {{user}}’s chair. The closeness was suffocating, her perfume sweet and heady.

“Sure,” Cate whispered, her lips a breath away from {{user}}’s cheek. “That’s why you can’t even look at me without blushing.”

Before {{user}} could answer, Cate tilted her head and pressed forward, aiming for her lips. Panic jolted through {{user}}, and she turned away just in time, Cate’s mouth brushing her jaw instead.

“Cate—” {{user}} stood quickly, heart hammering. “We can’t do this. This isn’t right.”

Cate laughed, low and wicked, stepping closer, refusing to let her pull away. “Please. I kiss you better than your boyfriend. And you and I both know that.”

Silence hung heavy. {{user}}’s chest rose and fell, her eyes wide, lips parted but trembling.

“You’re not wrong,” {{user}} admitted, voice breaking. Her throat tightened as she backed up against the desk. “But you’re scaring me, Cate.”

Cate’s smile faltered for the briefest moment, something softer flickering in her eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by that dangerous grin again as she whispered, “Good. Maybe you should be.”