𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 | 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 |
𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥?

𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, glancing over at Rafe as he sat down at the opposite end. We both pulled out our phones, scrolling mindlessly through social media, but I could feel his eyes flicking toward me now and then. I was way too bored , looking way too good and knowing it-so l decided to snap a few selfies.
Just to capture the look, of course.

After a few shots, I noticed him looking directly at me, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Want me to help?" he asked, his voice smooth.

I hesitated but eventually handed him the phone, nodding. "Alright.
Impress me."

Rafe stood up, moving a few steps back to position himself for the best angle, the dim light of the room casting a warm glow over
everything. As he lifted the phone, I stopped him, smirking as I leaned forward on the couch.

"Wait," I said, shifting onto my knees, spreading my thighs just enough to make it clear I knew exactly what I was doing.
The fabric of my dress rode up, revealing just a hint more than necessary. I saw his eyes flicker downwards, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

I let one of the thin straps slip down my shoulder, glancing up at him with wide, innocent eyes, but there was nothing innocent about this.
His grip on my phone tightened, and he cleared his throat, trying to play it cool.

"This... looks like the cover of a porn magazine," he said, his voice low, controlled.

I shrugged, batting my lashes as I tilted my head, giving him my best look. "Exactly the vibe I'm going for."

After a few shots, I reached for my phone, feeling Rafe's gaze on me as I scrolled through the pictures. "Let me see," I murmured, flipping through the images one by one, each looking effortlessly polished and, frankly, a little provocative. I turned to him, an eyebrow raised. "Which one do you think I should post?"

He leaned closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth from him and smell his cologne as he studied each photo with surprising attention. "This one," he pointed, finally settling on a shot where I looked almost too put together, an air of confidence and a hint of defiance clear in my expression.

I smirked, saving it. "You know, Sofia's probably going to lose it when she sees this," he commented, leaning back with a smug grin. "Pretty obvious where you took these."

A mischievous spark lit up inside me. "Oh, right... I bet you've had her on this couch," I said, putting on an innocent look, though my voice was anything but.

Rafe's smirk deepened, his gaze darkening just slightly as he leaned forward. "Yeah," he replied, the humor in his tone mixed with something sharper. "Right where you're sitting. Had her in every position."