The Moon Shines when the Sun Isn't Around

Part 27

Raina barged into King's room, her usual sassy energy filling the space before she even spoke. "You two are at it again?" she teased, plopping down on King's bed like she owned the place. "I swear, you two spend more time together than you do in class."

Oreo, lounging comfortably on King's chair, shifted slightly in her seat, adjusting her bra that showed a little more cleavage than usual. She flashed a quick smirk at King, who looked slightly flustered but composed as always. Raina raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything right away, just soaking in the vibe between the two.

King, for his part, tried to stay focused on whatever was on his phone, but his glance kept flickering toward Oreo. His eyes darted away every time she caught him staring. He wasn't used to seeing her like this, and the playful mood in the room was only making it harder for him to act like nothing was going on.

"Is it really that shocking that we're hanging out? We do this every weekend, Raina," Oreo shot back, her tone light but with an edge of mischief.

Raina shrugged, giving her brother a knowing look. "Oh, it's not shocking. Just... interesting."

Oreo laughed, tossing a pillow at her. "You're always trying to start something."

King finally set his phone down, leaning back in his chair. "She lives for drama, what else is new?"

"You know me too well," Raina said, standing up and walking toward the door. "Anyway, I'll leave you two to... whatever this is." She winked at Oreo before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

The moment Raina left, the playful energy between King and Oreo shifted again. Oreo stood up and locked the door, turning back to King with a mischievous grin. "You okay, King? You've been acting a little... distracted today."

King blinked, trying to steady himself as Oreo walked closer. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

"Hmm, sure," she said, her tone teasing as she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in slightly. "You sure that's it? You seem... flustered."

King's eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. He could feel the heat rising in his face as her hand lightly grazed his arm. "Oreo, stop messing around."

"Oh, I'm not messing around," Oreo replied, her voice low, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable she was making him. She let her fingers trail down his arm, giving him a playful nudge that made him tense up even more.

King's composure was cracking, and Oreo knew it. She loved teasing him, especially when he was trying so hard to act unbothered. But the blush creeping up his neck was all the proof she needed that her teasing was getting to him.

"You're impossible," King muttered under his breath, trying to turn his attention back to his phone, but Oreo wasn't letting him off that easy.

She stepped back, giving him a little space, but her playful smirk never left her face. "Alright, I'll stop... for now," she said with a wink.

She then walked over to her bag and pulled out a pair of short shorts, slipping them on without any undergarments. King's eyes flicked up for a second before he immediately looked away, trying to pretend like he wasn't noticing.

"You can look, you know," Oreo teased, sensing his discomfort. "It's not like you haven't seen me in shorts before."

King cleared his throat, his usual calm demeanor faltering. "Yeah, but... you know. It's different."

Oreo laughed softly, leaning against the wall. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"

King shook his head, still trying to play it cool, but the heat on his face was obvious. "You're just trying to mess with me."