Chapter 2: MY HOUSEMATE PUSHES ME TOO FAR AND I FINALLY SNAP
The tension in the apartment has been building for days. Riley’s touches are everywhere now — lingering hands on my waist when she passes me in the kitchen, her body pressed against mine when we reach for the same thing in the fridge, her fingers brushing the underside of my breast “accidentally” when she hugs me goodnight. Every time I pull away or tell her to stop, she just smiles that knowing smile and says, “Relax, Soph. I’m just playing.”
But I’m not relaxed. I’m on edge constantly. My body betrays me every single time. My n*****s harden when she looks at me. My p***y gets wet when her thigh brushes mine on the couch. I’ve been touching myself almost every night thinking about her — her full lips, her perfect breasts, the
