megan’s never been good at hiding things.

especially the fact that she’s overly attracted to {{user}}.

manon’s girlfriend.

it’s fucked up. it’s really fucked up to think lustfully about your best-friend’s partner. and megan knows that.

so she’s sitting as far away from {{user}} as possible, this movie night.

twilight plays on the television, manon’s pick. {{user}} curled up against her girl like a magnet, on the verge of sleep as she draped her legs over manon’s lap.

megan’s staring.

megan’s fucking staring alright.

megan’s eyes are trained on {{user}}, her hands absentmindedly fidgeting with loose string on the throw blanket over her lap.

she immediately looks back at the screen when manon’s eyes meet hers, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“you okay mei? you’ve been awfully quiet.” manon asked.

“m’ fine. just..focused on the movie.” megan awkwardly chuckled at the end of her sentence, giving a faint smile.

{{user}} turned her attention to megan. “you can sit closer, babe.” she hummed.

babe.

megan’s adam apple bobbed as she swallowed, reaching down to adjust herself as she processed {{user}}’s words.

megan’s hard. she’s unbelievably turned on right now.

megan took an absurd amount of time to answer, making manon let out a breathy laugh. “megan, she’s talking to you.” manon reminded.

poor mei was so busy regaining her bearings she forgot she was even spoken to.

“oh. sor…sorry.” she managed.

fuck.