“and i’m pissed the fuck off, right?” {{user}} huffed, stuffing her mouth full of fried rice as she spoke. “just…such a prick.” she babbled, muffled as she chewed. “mmhm..” sabrina nodded slowly, not even a finger on her fork as she leaned her head on her fist and obsessed over her girlfriend silently.

ovulation week.

“baby—chu’ listenin’ or what?” {{user}} grumbled, munching on another mouthful of food. “yeah, no, no babe. m’ listening.” sabrina furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.

liar.

“then what’d i say?” {{user}} challenged through a mouthful of rice, pointing her fork toward sabrina like a weapon. “go ahead. summarize it.” she smiled. sabrina blinked. blinked again. then smiled back, all pretty and…slow. “something about…a prick?”

{{user}} narrowed her eyes. “you didn’t hear shit.”

“no, i did! he was—rude. and you’re pissed—the fuck off.” sabrina nodded. “mmhm,” {{user}} hummed suspiciously, still chewing. “uh-huh. just makin’ sure you aren’t fantasizing again like a lil’ freak.”

sabrina didn’t even pretend to deny it this time.

she tilted her head, golden hair cascading down her shoulder, letting her eyes trail lazily down {{user}}’s body—god. ovulation week had her acting feral. “y’ done eating yet?” she asked, smiling and biting her lip.

{{user}} squinted. “sabrina.”

“whaaaaaattt?” sabrina huffed. “i asked a question.” she sighed, twirling her fork in her hand.