You didn’t even mean to sit like that.

It was crowded, and someone had just plopped down too close, so you shifted without thinking—ended up half in Zayne’s lap, thigh hooked over hers, hand resting on her knee.

Zayne didn’t say anything.

She just rested her hand on your hip like it belonged there.

“Shot round,” someone called out. “Losers have to answer a flirty question from chat.”

You groaned as your team lost.

The question got picked:

“Who in this room would you kiss if you had to pick someone right now?”

Everyone laughed. Someone across the couch leaned toward you.

“I mean, I know who I’d pick,” Nova said, smiling at you. “You.”

Zayne didn’t laugh.

Didn’t move.

Just flexed her thigh under you—subtle—but enough to shift your whole body.

You inhaled too sharply. And that’s when her fingers curled harder into your hip.

She didn’t even raise her voice.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.”

“HELLO?????” “OH MY GOD HER HAND IS STILL THERE” “she said it quiet but I felt that in my teeth”

Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Nova raised a brow like she didn’t hear.

But Zayne did.

She leaned forward—just enough for her breath to skim your neck—and said, slow and low:

“You wanna squirm?” “Go ahead.” “Let’s see how long you last in my lap without makin’ a sound.”

“EXCUSE ME I NEED A MINUTE 😭” “THE AUDACITY IN HER VOICE” “{{user}}, you are NOT winning this war rn”

You gripped her leg, trying to stay still, but she just chuckled under her breath—low, dangerous.

“Nah, baby,” she whispered, “you wanted to sit here. Now you’re staying here.”

“someone escort ME out. i’m not even in the room and I need to leave” “she’s not even jealous she’s just POSSESSIVE” “the way she talks like she’s not on cam is sending me”

You bit the inside of your cheek, cheeks blazing.