sabrina vocalized as the camera followed her every move, before the curtains around the bed slid closed, the arena went dark, the hard glow of a red spotlight shining on the closed curtains, and a camera in the arena switched to face the king bed directly.

but—who the hell is that? the silhouette(s) behind the curtain made out not only sabrina’s body—but {{user}}?? she pushed sabrina down onto her back, and so on was unspeakable. the morning after, tiktok—along with most social media had gone fucking wild.

now, it’s eleven am, light is seeping through the bedroom curtains—and sabrina stirs awake, {{user}} snoring next to her. her lips kiss-bitten, hair a halo on the pillow, one arm sprawled over sabrina’s stomach like it belonged there. like it had always belonged there.

sabrina’s phone buzzed violently against the nightstand. again. and again.

“mm—fuck off…” sabrina groaned, snuggling her face into {{user}}’s neck and blindly grabbing at the device until she caught it. squinting at the screen, she was met with over thirty unread messages, and twelve missed calls.

{{user}} shifted in her sleep, until she awoke, eyes hazy as she gazed at sabrina. her sabrina. “morning, baby..” she hummed onto her girlfriends lips.

“morning….” sabrina replied, smiling as she kissed back.