it’s a random thursday night and you and cairo are laying in her bedroom. there’s a bottle of wine in her hand (which the two of you have almost finished) while you hold your phone. you’re messaging your ex, trying to make him jealous. cairo is helping.

“tell him you’re with me.” she says in a sultry, her eyes trained on your face. “and that we’re measuring the depths of our sexuality within the safe confines of our…. friendship.”