I closed the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the quiet of our penthouse. The night had been long but the silence between us was louder than any of the noise from the party. {{user}} trailed behind me and her footsteps were hesitant.

I kicked off my heels, glancing over my shoulder. She was still in her dress, standing near the entrance like she wasn’t sure if she even belonged. Her arms wrapped around herself, eyes a little too guarded.

'You’ve barely said anything since we left,' I said, trying to gauge her mood.

{{user}} shifted, her eyes flicking toward me and away again. 'You looked like you were having fun with her.'

Her. I didn’t need to ask who she meant—my celebrity crush, the one who’d been sitting next to us. I thought it was harmless, but apparently, it wasn’t. I stepped closer, 'you know it’s just celebrity a crush, right? Nothing more.'