You thought you were clever, you thought you were confident — but she knows every detail, every button to push, every secret preference you’d never admit aloud.
That’s the problem with being with someone so long:
she’s got the whole map of you memorized, and she loves to use it.
Especially now that you’re not together, when the whole friend group is watching.
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It’s another dinner night, everyone packed around the table, voices overlapping.
You’re relaxed, even laughing, until the conversation turns to relationships.
Someone asks you directly: “So what do you look for? Like… are you more into being in charge, or do you like when someone else takes the lead?”
You answer too fast, too confidently. “Oh, I’m in charge. Always.”
The table hums with agreement, nods, laughs. Everyone buys it.
Everyone but her.
From across the table, her laugh cuts sharp — low, dangerous, disbelieving.
You freeze.
“Oh, is that right?” she drawls, sitting back in her chair.
She tilts her head, tattoos flexing under the shift of her arm, eyes locked on you like a fucking target. “You? In charge?”
Your stomach drops. “That’s what I said.”
She smirks, tongue pressed against her teeth, shaking her head slowly. “Baby, don’t rewrite fucking history now. You couldn’t keep control for longer than—fuck, five minutes with me.”
The air shifts — some friends laugh nervously, some gasp, a couple exchange wide-eyed looks.
You sputter. “That’s not true—”
Her voice drops, almost intimate, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You remember. Don’t make me remind you about that night with the fucking mirror. You begged me not to stop — and you damn sure weren’t the one running things.”
The table erupts in chaos — groans, shouts of “holy shit!” and “TOO MUCH INFO.”
You want to sink through the floor.
But she isn’t finished. She leans forward, elbows on the table, grinning like she owns you. “Go on, little girl. Tell ‘em again how you’re always in charge.”
You glare, cheeks burning, but she just sits back with her drink, smug as hell, eyes never leaving yours.