Ntr’ed by My Friend - Part 5

Food first, party second, I'll help.

He watches her step too precisely,

like she's clinging to control.

She's trying to stay busy, her mind still.

He smiles faintly, deciding it's okay.

We'll take it slow.

After a simple dinner, the group lounges around the table.

Hey, you're still a spark ready to blow.

What's your secret?

Worked a few years before this.

H.R., actually, they blink, surprise evident.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her biting her lip,

then quietly sipping her cheeks growing pinker.

So she really has.

Not surprising, but kind of adorable seeing her shy.

We should totally do it one day, hell yeah.

Skin dipping squad.

She squirms, laughing nervously.

And not happening, we'll see.

All right, my turn.

Never have I ever.

She gasps dramatically.

He lifts his drink and drinks.

He smiles faintly but doesn't drink.

She shakes her head lightly.

You're missing out, sis.

She leans back, teasing.

Finally, time for the real fun.

You're all gonna regret this.

I'm in, let's go.

All right, my turn.

She grabs the bottle and spins it.

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