𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅 - 𝑻𝑺 𝒘𝒍𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 🖤🤍

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Taylor adjusts her clothes, smoothing down her skirt and trying to compose herself. She takes a few deep breaths before exiting the living room and heading into the kitchen, where Selena had retreated.

Selena is sitting at the kitchen table, her face still flushed from the surprise of walking in on Jade and Taylor. She looks up as Taylor enters.

Selena quickly stands up as Taylor enters, guilt and embarrassment written all over her face. "I am so sorry, Taylor," she says, her voice soft. "I didn't mean to walk in on...that. I should have knocked."

Taylor forces a shaky smile, still trying to compose herself. "It's okay," she says, waving off Selena's apologies. "You didn't know."

Selena looks at Taylor with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. "So... that was Jade?" she asks, her voice quiet and tentative.

Taylor nods, her expression guarded. "Yeah, that was her," she confirms, her voice neutral.

Selena looks at Taylor, her gaze filled with confusion and concern. "Why...why did she tie you up like that?" she asks, curiosity getting the better of her.

Taylor takes a deep breath, her face reddening at the memory. "We...were having a moment," she says cryptically. "Jade wanted to...assert her dominance, I guess."

Selena raises an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and intrigue on her face. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff," she says, trying to hide a grin.

Taylor sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I'm not sure if I am," she admits, her voice a little shaky. "But Jade has a way of...making me lose control."

Selena chuckles softly, her eyes glinting with teasing. "Looks like she's got you wrapped around her finger, literally."

Taylor rolls her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," she says dryly. "It's not as simple as it looks."

Selena holds up her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm not judging. If you're into that, that's your business," she says, her tone lighter now. "But if she hurts you, I'll kick her ass."

Taylor smiles weakly. "I appreciate the sentiment," she says. "But I think Jade's more likely to tie you up than the other way around."

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As night falls, the street outside Taylor's house is quiet and peaceful. The houses are softly lit by porch lights and streetlights, giving the area a cozy and safe feel.

Suddenly, a figure appears outside Taylor's door. It's Jade, her tall, lean frame silhouetted by the light coming from the house.

Jade walks up to the front door, her footsteps silent on the paved walkway. She reaches out and raps her knuckles against the wood, the sound echoing through the quiet night.

She stands there for a moment, her hands shoved in her pockets, waiting for Taylor to answer the door.

Taylor opens the door, finding Jade standing on the other side. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she readjusts the bathrobe around her.

"You're back," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and resignation. "Again."

Jade leans against the doorframe, her eyes roaming up and down Taylor's body as she takes in the sight of her in the bathrobe. "Can I come in?" she asks, her voice smooth and sultry.

Taylor hesitates for a moment, her mind conflicted. Part of her wants to resist Jade's presence, to push her away and keep her distance. But there's another part of her that is drawn to the other woman's magnetism, that craves the excitement and danger she brings.