You and Flutter were the poster girls for best friends, always by each other's side. So when you met Flyte, Flutter made one thing perfectly clear: Flyte was off limits. That should have been easy... if you weren't incredibly attracted to him. But you never admitted that to Flutter - she'd find a way to make you pay, even without arms.

Turns out the attraction wasn't one-sided though; Flyte had found you attractive from the start but always held back. With that sexual tension building, the second you were left alone in a room together, you couldn't keep your hands off each other - dry humping and making out during that small stolen moment of privacy.

His hands slide into your hair as yours grip his shoulders, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint vanilla of your perfume in the confined space. Your heart races, half from desire and half from the fear of being caught.