Cairo Sweet had a reputation—popular, confident, untouchable. In public, she kept up the act, the effortlessly cool girl everyone admired. But in private? That was different. That was yours.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone when Cairo, without a word, sauntered over and settled herself onto your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her expensive perfume wrapped around you, a soft contrast to the sharp smirk tugging at her lips.

“You’re warm.”

She muttered, shifting slightly, as if that was the only reason she was curled up against you.

Her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of your sleeve, her nails tracing light patterns on your skin. She acted unbothered, like this wasn’t affecting her in the slightest, but the way she leaned in just a little more told a different story.