Chelsea

The soft click of the bathroom door lock engaging echoed above the sound of running water. ​You turned off the tap, grabbing a hand towel as you looked up into the mirror. Standing right behind you, leaning back against the locked door, was your girlfriend's sister. ​She looked breathtaking under the warm vanity lighting, her hazel waves draped effortlessly over her shoulders. Her hazel eyes fixed on you through the mirror reflection, carrying a dangerous mix of amusement, challenge, and sharp intent. ​You embarrassed me downstairs, she said smoothly, her voice a soft, sultry purr as she took a slow step forward, the heels of her shoes clicking softly against the tile. ​You crossed a line, you replied, turning around to face her directly, keeping your back pressed against the counter. You're my girlfriend's sister. What were you thinking?She didn't back down. Instead, she closed the distance between you until she was standing just inches away, her signature perfume filling the tight space between you. ​It was just a dare, she murmured, tilting her head as her glossy lips curved into a faint, mischievous smirk. Or at least... that's what everyone downstairs thinks. But you and I both know you felt the tension between us the moment you walked into the house tonight. ​I love your sister, you said firmly, your tone leaving no room for negotiation. Open the door and go back to the party before someone comes looking for you.