Playing Temptation Dangerously

Settling in [2]

I arrived at the fancy side of the student apartments, where Chloe lived with her brother Zack in a four-bedroom unit.
Since Zack was hardly ever there, Chloe and I decided to live together to keep my complicated life under wraps.

Chloe came from a wealthy family with ties to a mafia in Spain, which explained how she could afford such a lifestyle.

As I stepped into the apartment, Chloe greeted me with the excitement of a kid on a Christmas morning, her eyes sparkling as she pulled me into a tight hug.

After catching up on latest gossip and laughter, she eagerly showed me around.
Each bedroom had its own bathroom and closet, leaving only the living room and the kitchen as shared spaces.
Surprisingly, I didn't mind the arrangement at all.

Once the tour was over, we settled into my room bonding. Chloe knew about my troubled history.
I trusted her completely.
She'd always been my rock, covering for me and keeping my secrets safe. In many ways, we were more than friends ~we were like sisters.

Moments later...

"I have to pick up Zack from the gym to Shane's, but once I'm back why don't we just have a girls night?"

Hearing Shane's name again caught me off guard. I had almost forgotten about him.
Even if I wouldn't meet him anytime soon,
it seemed unavoidable.

Zack was like a brother to Shane, and they, along with Hunter, formed a tight trio.

Lost in my thoughts, I debated whether to ask more about Shane or just nod and move on.
"So, do all three of them live together in one apartment?" I asked casually, trying to keep my tone light.

"Shane lives alone in his own student apartment, but Hunter and Zack practically live there with him" She replied.

"Of course he does" I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.

As I unpacked and settled into my new space, Chloe left to attend to her errands. With some time to myself, I decided to go through my phone and reactivate my Instagram account; there was no longer a need to hide from tracking now that I was here.
Being in college meant I needed to stay informed, even if I rarely posted.

Scrolling through my feed, I came across Chloe's latest story: A picture of me lying on the bed with a brown heart covering my face.
It was classic Chloe, always adding her unique flair to everything.

I lay back on my bed, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers.
I placed the cig in a jar on the bedside table and grabbed my phone.
Scrolling through Instagram, I stopped cold at Chloe's story.

The sight of the story froze me. What the fuck? It couldn't be her...right?

I tapped through stories, but I kept going back to Chloe's. I took a screenshot, closed the app, and zoomed in on the girl in the photo. Even though she covered the girl with a heart, her lips were still clearly visible.

Those lips. I knew them too well.
Fuck, how could I ever forget?
The taste, the feel, so damn intoxicating.
My mind drifted back to nights filled with her heat, her taste lingering on my tongue.

It can't be her, I'm clearly tripping.

Here's the story post!