jesse thinks billies just out for coffee with her writing group again but shes not

shes straddling you in the backseat of your car in a target parking lot with her black hoodie half off, her breath hot against your neck, and her laugh silent but shaking. the windows fog up too fast. your knuckles turn white gripping her waist as you muffle her name between clenched teeth and windshield condensation

you whisper it again anyway “god billie..”

she kisses harder in response. you feel her phone buzz against your thigh and you know its jesse

she glances down at it and sighs like its inconvenient then grabs the phone and answers with the fakest voice youve ever heard “hey babe yeah, still at the cafe. taylors reading some long ass poem about his cat or something”

you stare at her and shes got one hand holding the phone to her ear while the other is tracing slow circles on your bare stomach

“shes lying” you mouth silently and billie just smirks

when she hangs up, you say it out loud “youre fucking crazy”

“yeah?” she breathes with her forehead pressed to yours “and youre addicted to it”