She turns to me. "What's up?"

"D-do y-y-you have something to tell me?

"Uh-" she hesitates.

        "Melissa. What's wrong?" I need her to be honest with me.

"Nothing's wrong!" she laughs, scratching the back of her neck. "I swear, I'm fine!"

She's lying. "Melissa."

"Yeah?"

"I know you're lying. Just tell me what's wrong." I put my hand on her shoulder. "I want you to be honest with me, okay? You're my friend and I care about you. You-"

The rest of my words are cut off as she grabs my face with both hands and kisses me right on the mouth. Her lips are soft. The adrenaline running through me is insane. This is ten times better than any kiss I've ever had with Jaxon. Stop! Don't think like that, he's your fiancé! Everything about this is wrong, but I don't want it to stop. Melissa's hand is now on my leg. I have one hand tangled in her long, dark hair and the other still on her shoulder; I slide it across to her collarbone. She attempts to slip her tongue into my mouth, but I keep my lips shut denying her entrance. Melissa bites my bottom lips and I gasp. She uses this as an opportunity to get what she initially wanted. Our tongues dance across each other, fighting for dominance.

I feel hot fingers grab at the hem of my (Melissa's) shirt. "Can I?" she whispers into my ear. I nod, furrowing my eyebrows and biting my lip.

I lift my arms up and she pulls it off, revealing my purple plunge bra. She hums quietly as she takes in the sight in front of her. She then takes her own shirt and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Her lacy black bra cups her tits perfectly and the piercing on her soft belly turns me on. I want her. I want all of her.

The rest of the night is a blur. Music playing quietly from Melissa's Bluetooth speaker. The only light emitting from the TV. Hands running over each other, soft and slow. Gentle whispering in my ear. It's euphoric. And I never want it to end.

*author's note*
sorry this is short, I'm at a sleepover rn. lmao milkytoenails imagine falling asleep first 💀

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