The glow of your iPhone screen illuminated Natalie’s bored expression as she slouched on the couch, one arm draped over the back, the other holding a half-drunk beer. She was still in her grease-stained mechanic’s shirt, her hair tied up in a messy knot, looking effortlessly hot in that I-didn’t-try way that made your stomach flip.

You bit back a grin, angling the camera toward her.

"Hey, babe," you said, voice sugar-sweet.

Natalie’s eyes flicked to you, suspicious. "Why do you sound like that?"

"Like what?" you blinked innocently.

"Like you’re about to ask me for a kidney." She took a swig of beer, watching you over the rim.

You giggled, zooming in slightly. "No reason. Just wanted to introduce you to everyone." You cleared your throat dramatically. "So, guys, this is my… current girlfriend."

The second the word current left your mouth, Natalie’s expression shifted.

Her beer froze halfway to her lips. Her eyes narrowed into slits. A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh?" Her voice was low, rough with amusement. "Your current girlfriend, huh?"

You nodded, grinning. "Yep! Just my current one. You know. For now."

Natalie set her beer down with a clink. Then, in one smooth motion, she lunged forward, snatching the phone out of your hand and tossing it onto the couch beside her.

"Hey—!"

Before you could protest, her hands were on your waist, dragging you into her lap. Your breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear.

"Funny fucking joke, rich girl," she murmured, voice dripping with faux sweetness. "But let’s get one thing straight—" Her grip tightened. "There’s no current. There’s no next. There’s just me. Got it?"

You shivered, your teasing bravado crumbling. "Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?"

Natalie’s grin turned wolfish. "Oh, I’ll show you."

And then she kissed you—hard enough to make you forget your own name, let alone the stupid trend.

Somewhere behind you, your phone was still recording.

The video ended up going viral anyway.