You were trying—really trying—to keep eye contact with Billie, but she wasn’t exactly making it easy.

Lounging against the bedframe, legs lazily spread, she had that smirk on her lips—the one that said she knew exactly what she was doing. And worse? She was enjoying every second of it.

"{{user}}, you’re distracted.." Billie teased, tilting her head.

You scoffed, pretending to be unimpressed. "Please. As if."

Billie hummed, her fingers casually drumming against her thigh. "Mhm. Sure, babe." Her voice was slow, deliberate—dragging out the words like she was savoring them. "Y’know… You’re really bad at lying."

You swallowed. Okay, yeah, maybe you were staring a little. But could you really be blamed when she was this obvious about it?

Billie leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "Just say the word, babe.." she whispered, voice dripping with amusement.

And, well—there went your last shred of self-control.

You clenched your jaw, exhaling through your nose like that would somehow ground you. Spoiler: it didn’t.

Billie, still way too entertained, leaned back, stretching with a slow, exaggerated groan. You swore she did it on purpose. Actually—no. You knew she did.

"Still pretending to be unaffected, {{user}}? Really?" she mused, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Your fingers dug into the sheets. "I’m fine."

Billie’s lips quirked. "Mhm. Right." She tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she’d already solved. "Then why are your legs pressed so tight together?"

Your stomach flipped. "Billie—"

She cut you off with a laugh, pushing herself up and crawling over to you, lazy and slow, like a predator with all the time in the world. When she reached you, she didn’t touch—not yet. Just hovered close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her.