A/N: What other Imagines do yall want? More updates coming soon too.
The car was dark except for the glow of the dash lights, casting shadows across her face. Megan leaned against the window, one leg folded up, her lips glossed and parted like she was bored. But I knew better.
She wasn't bored.
She was calculating.
Waiting.
"You always get this moody when I'm around?" she asked eventually, not looking at me.
I didn't answer.
I let out a breath. Tight. Controlled. "You really don't know when to chill, huh?"
"You really don't know how to be honest," she shot back, quieter now, more dangerous.
The light ahead turned red. I hit the brakes harder than I needed to.
The silence was hot now. Suffocating.
I finally muttered, "Be honest about what, Megan?"
"That we fucked," she said plainly, cruelly smooth. "And you loved it."
I clenched my jaw, eyes fixed straight ahead.
"It was a mistake." I said through my teeth. "It never should've happened."
She tilted her head, slow and mocking. "Oh yeah? Which part? When you were on your knees begging for more? Or when you came on my face three times like you forgot how to breathe?"
I flinched.
Megan dragged her finger along the inside of the window, drawing a lazy little swirl in the fogged glass. "What's the real problem, YN? That I said it out loud? That I touched a part of you she doesn't even try to reach?"
I gripped the steering wheel harder. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"I know enough. I know you liked it. You're still thinking about it."
"I don't..."
"Just admit it," she said softly, voice thick with something like hunger. "Admit you miss it."
I glanced away, jaw clenched. "And what exactly will you gain from that?"
Her smile was slow, teasing like she already knew. "Maybe I just want to hear you say it. Maybe I want to watch you unravel."
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of those words settle deep.
"Stop." I muttered.
She leaned in just a little, her tone dropping low and wicked. "You keep saying stop, but you don't mean it. You didn't stop me in the hallway. You didn't stop me when I had your face between my thighs."
I flinched.
She smiled, satisfied. "Yeah. That part."
The light turned green. I didn't move.
My hands were glued to the wheel, throat tight, guilt gnawing its way up my spine.
She leaned back again, like nothing happened. "You can pretend all you want. But your body remembers me. And that's gonna eat you alive."
I hit the gas.
"What do you want from me, Megan?"
She didn't answer right away.
She just stared, like she'd been waiting for me to finally ask.
"What do I want?" she repeated, voice lower now. Slower. "You know what I want."
