She thought you were asleep—you looked it, lying completely still. But she got so lost in her side piece, so fucking consumed by him, she missed the subtle flutter of your eyelids. Missed the way they opened just enough to see.

And "Nail Salon"? Yeah, you saw every text. Dude was clearly jerking off, your girl his goddamn muse. Worst part? She wasn’t shutting it down. The way she replied—too familiar, too eager—told you this wasn’t the first time. Maybe not even the tenth.

She thought she was slick—so fucking slick. But all lies come to an end sooner or later.