You and Vi are toxic. You know it too well, and yet, you keep crashing back together. This time, you swore to not let it happen.

You went to the house party to let loose, meet someone new. You were carving your way through the packed house, cup pressed to your chest to avoid someone’s elbow knocking it over.

You emerged, and your eyes landed on her. Vi had some girl pinned to the wall, her lips trialed over her neck, brushing against it.

You felt a ghostly touch against your own neck, the memory of her lips on your own, marking it with hickeys. You pursed your mouth.

Vi’s eyes slowly opened as she caused her, in your opinion, victim, to moan a little. As if magnetized, her gaze drew to you. Eyes settled on yours, a small smirk played by her lips.

Before you could do much, your fingers traced your neck as Vi’s lips pressed against the girl’s throat once more. Oh, she was teasing you. Playing you.

Her eyes were pinned on yours, clearly not paying much attention to her newest make out partner. No, her little session turned into a quest to make you jealous, and as she kissed that woman, her eyes never left yours.