End Game - Taylor Swift

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I tried to sit up, but realized there was a weight on top of me.

I looked down and froze. Riley was asleep, her head resting on my chest. We were both naked, the sheets tangled around our legs.

I tried to push Riley off me, but she just groaned and snuggled closer, nuzzling her face against my skin. I winced, her closeness both arousing and repulsive all at once.

Riley stirred then, opening her eyes slowly. She looked up at me, a lazy smile on her face. "Morning," she mumbled, still half-asleep.

Without thinking, my hand moved to Riley's hair, my fingers threading through the soft strands. I didn't know why I was doing it, it was as if my body had a mind of its own around her.

Riley seemed to enjoy the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed again. She shifted, settling herself even closer to me, her hand resting on my stomach.

A part of me loathed this familiarity, but another part of me couldn't deny that it felt strangely good.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling dazed and confused, Riley rummaged through her closet. "You can borrow some of my clothes," she said, tossing a few items at me. "We're about the same size, they should fit you."

I caught the clothes she threw at me, inspecting them. But the idea of wearing Riley's clothes, of being enveloped in her scent, felt slightly disturbing.

"There's a bathroom down the hall, if you want to shower," Riley said, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. "There should be towels in there, you can use whatever you need."

I nodded, grateful for a chance to clean myself up and try to regain some sense of normalcy. I got up from the bed, wrapping the sheets around my naked body, and made my way to the bathroom.

After showering and getting dressed in Riley's clothes, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

As I entered the kitchen, the smell of toast and nuggets wafted over me. Riley was standing at the counter, pouring a cup of tea. When she spotted me, she smiled slightly.

"Breakfast?" She gestured to the table where a plate of toast and chicken nuggets was waiting.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should sit down and eat. The idea of casually eating breakfast with my... what? My affair partner? felt bizarre and wrong.

Riley joined me at the table, setting a cup of tea down in front of me. There was an awkward silence between us as we started to eat. I was hyper-aware of her presence, her every move, her every breath.

I tried to focus on my own food, but my eyes kept drifting back to Riley. There was something strangely sensual about the way she took bites of the toast, her lips wrapping around the buttery bread, her tongue darting out to catch a crumb. I found myself staring, transfixed.

"What?" Riley asked, noticing my gaze. She smirked, taking another bite of her toast in a way that could only be described as seductive. "You want some?"

I shook my head jerkily, looking away. "No," I said, my voice raspy. "No, I'm good." 
But as much as I denied it, my body was reacting to her. My heart thumped faster, my breaths came quicker. Being near her, watching her... it was a dangerous game.

Riley took a sip of her tea, studying me over the rim of the cup. After a moment, she spoke up. "I was thinking maybe we should go out today, do something fun."

I stiffened at her suggestion. "I-I have a girlfriend," I said, the words coming out more like a squeak than a statement. "I can't just go out with you."