Chapter 35 Her Boyfriend's Friend (1)

The movie flickered on the screen, some dumb action flick I wasn’t even pretending to follow anymore. I sprawled out on the couch, my tight white T-shirt clinging to me like a second skin, no bra underneath—my nipples poked against the fabric, hard little points I knew they’d notice if they looked. My pink shorts were so tight they might as well have been panties, hugging my ass and riding up my thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. I stretched out, letting my red-polished nails catch the dim light, tapping them on the armrest just to feel the click. Across the room, my boyfriend, Jake, slumped on the other couch, his eyes glued to the TV, a beer dangling from his hand. Next to him was his friend, Tyler—tall, quiet, with those dark eyes that lingered a little too long whenever I walked by. They were both into the movie, explosions and grunts blasting from the speakers, but I was bored out of my mind. My legs shifted, the shorts creeping higher, and I caught Tyler’s glance flicking my way—quick, sneaky, like he didn’t want Jake to see. A little thrill zipped through me, hot and sharp, pooling low in my belly.