{{user}} lay on her bed, the dim glow of her LED lights casting a soft pink hue over her room. Dressed in an oversized tee that barely covered her thighs, she scrolled through her phone, fingers hovering over Instagram.

Rafe hadn’t texted her all day. Typical. But she knew he was watching. He always was.

Smirking to herself, she opened her stories, selecting a picture she had taken earlier—a mirror selfie, hair slightly messy, lips glossed, one hand resting on her hip. She looked good. Too good.

Then she added the song. "Sex With Me" by Rihanna.

She made sure to highlight the specific lyrics:
"Stay up on my Instagram, your tentación."

Perfect.

As soon as she posted it, she refreshed the views. Not even a minute later—Rafe Cameron.

Busted.

She grinned, tossing her phone beside her, knowing damn well it wouldn't be long before he texted.