You’ve been roommates for nearly a year now.

She drives you crazy — leaves her boots by the door, steals your laundry detergent, and always has her music too loud.

But she’s also your closest friend, the one who makes you laugh when you’re down.

She’s never serious about anything…

until one night she pushes a joke too far and uncovers something she wasn’t supposed to know.

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She’s sprawled across your bed, scrolling through her phone while you fold laundry.

She’s watching you with that smug, lazy smirk.

“You really gotta fold your underwear? Who you tryin’ to impress?”

You throw a sock at her. “Shut up.”

She laughs, tossing it back at you. “I’m just sayin’. They’re gonna end up on the floor anyway.”

You freeze for half a second. Too long.

Way too long.

Her grin sharpens instantly. “…Ohhh. Oh no. Don’t tell me.”

Your face heats. “What are you even talking about?”

She sits up now, eyes locked on you, voice dropping just enough to make it sting. “That’s your thing, isn’t it? Me—saying shit like that. Watching you get all worked up.”

You whip your head away, fumbling with a t-shirt. “You’re insane.”

She laughs low, leaning forward until her voice brushes your ear. “Nah. You are. Cute little secret, though.”

You whirl back around, glaring. “Drop it.”

But she doesn’t.

She leans back again, smug as hell, eyes glinting. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

A pause. Her grin deepens. “But I am gonna have a little fun with it.”