Caught inthe Act

The day had been a blur of frantic, desperate energy. It started with Chloe inviting you over under the guise of 'catching up,' but Olivia answered the door, the one who always crushed on you. The tension—years of her longing and your shared history—had snapped the moment you stepped through the door. The encounter had been fervent, Olivia practically vibrating with the need for your approval, her projected confidence crumbling into a sweet, needy desperation. After the first round, she’d retreated to wash up and crash, leaving you in the quiet of the house. Then Chloe had walked in. The shock of seeing her ex-boyfriend in her living room should have been a catalyst for a fight, but the air between you two had always been charged. The betrayal of the situation only served as an accelerant