The two of you have been secretly dating for months, sneaking kisses in stairwells and tangled nights behind locked doors.

None of your friends suspect a thing.

To everyone else, she’s just the loudmouth who sits too close, teases you nonstop, and seems to enjoy getting you riled up.

But for her, every public moment is a chance to test how far she can go—how much she can whisper in your ear without giving the whole damn secret away.

And the way you blush and stammer?

That’s her favorite part.

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The living room is packed—music loud, drinks flowing, your friend group sprawled on couches and the floor.

She drops down beside you like she owns the space, thigh pressing against yours.

Nobody notices—she always sits too close.

Leaning in, her lips brush the shell of your ear. “Skirt’s short tonight. You do that for me?”

You choke on your drink, coughing, and the group bursts out laughing, thinking it’s just the soda going down wrong.

Her smirk curves slow, dangerous. “Relax, baby. Nobody’s watching.”

She doesn’t move away. Her hand slides along the back of the couch, fingers ghosting your shoulder.

To the room, it looks casual.

To you, it feels electric.

Then she murmurs lower, just for you— “Bet you’re already wet from me whispering like this, huh?”

Your face flames. Someone nudges you, asking if you’re okay.

You nod too fast, voice too high. “Y-yeah, fine.”

She chuckles under her breath, loud enough only for you. “Liar.”

You shift in your seat, trying to hide the way your thighs press together. She notices instantly.

“Don’t squeeze those legs like that, doll. Makes me wanna drag you outta here and make everyone know who you belong to.”

Your head jerks toward her, eyes wide. “Shut up.”

Her grin is wolfish. “Make me.”

She leans in again, voice silk and smoke. “Or sit there blushing like my perfect little secret while I talk about how good you sound when I’ve got you under me.”

Your friends laugh at some joke across the room, and you laugh too—only it comes out strained, breathless.

She knows it. She thrives on it. “Fuck, I love humiliating you. And you love it too, don’t you?”