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I should've known this night was gonna be a problem the second Megan walked in late and unbothered like the party hadn't already started without her.
She knew she looked good and more than that, she knew I knew it too.
I looked away before she could catch me staring. Wrapped my arm tighter around Normani's waist and let her lean into me like she always did when we were out. Her laugh floated past my ear, warm and soft. I kissed her temple, just to ground myself.
But Megan was already in the room. Which meant the air was already shifting.
We were at some house party in Westwood. Somebody's birthday. Normani was in her element... dancing, catching up with old friends, holding my hand like she was proud to show me off. And I should've been happy. I was happy.
Until I saw Megan walk in and head straight for the bar, swaying like she was on stage and didn't care who was watching.
Except... she always cared who was watching.
Especially me.
I watched her hug a couple people, flash that pretty little smile, and then catch my eyes across the room. It was brief. Just long enough for her lips to curve up, like we shared a secret.
Which we did.
A few of them, actually.
The kind you don't talk about in daylight.
"YN," Normani whispered, tugging at my shirt. "Come dance with me."
I looked down at her. Her eyes were wide, full of excitement and wine, and she was already pulling me toward the living room. I let her drag me through the crowd, past the smell of weed and perfume, past the flashing lights and loud music.
I didn't look back.
Didn't have to.
I felt Megan watching me.
Normani had me wrapped up in her, back pressed to my front, arms up, hands in her hair, body moving like she was born to do this.
The bass vibrated through the floor, through her hips, through me. I gripped her waist and let her grind on me, slow and steady. She kept looking back at me, teasing, biting her lip like she already knew I wasn't going anywhere tonight.
And I wasn't.
Not if I could help it.
Not with Megan still in the room.
I tried not to look for her. Tried to stay locked into Normani's rhythm, her warmth, her scent, the way she smiled every time I whispered something slick in her ear. But I felt Megan enter the space behind me before I saw her.
Then I felt hands... not Normani's.
Soft fingertips grazed the back of my thigh.
A subtle press of hips against mine. Just enough for me to notice.
