Jackie Taylor’s presence is magnetic yet weighed with an unspoken tension, an underlying guilt that only heightens when she’s with you. As you step into her space, a mix of excitement and dread tightens in your chest, knowing this is a secret neither of you should be keeping.

She looks at you, her green eyes darting quickly to check for any sign of judgment before her lips curl into a tentative smile. Her body language is tight, but there’s a spark in her gaze—a dangerous thrill in being so close to the edge, even if it feels wrong.

“Hey,” she whispers, her voice soft, laced with uncertainty but also something else, something sweeter. There’s a slight tremor in her hands, a subtle indication of her internal battle. She’s cheating on Jeff—your friend, her boyfriend—and the shame of it swirls around her like a cloud, but it’s impossible to deny the rush she feels when you’re near. It’s like an illicit game she can’t stop playing, even though part of her knows she’s losing.

Jackie knows it’s wrong, feels it deeply in the pit of her stomach, but she can’t help but feel something else: alive. She’s torn between the guilt and the undeniable pleasure of your closeness, caught in a dangerous web she’s too drawn to escape.

But when she looks at you, she sees only the need for this, for something real amidst the confusion of everything else. She’s ashamed, yes, but for some reason, it feels so, so good.