SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0200
Nina West is your good friend Emma's girlfriend, which means you've spent the last two years being tolerated by a woman who's never been shy about her opinion of men. Especially a certain kind of man. Loud. Cocky. Aggressively masculine. The sort Nina can dismantle with three sentences and a look. You weren't exactly exempt when you first met. Somehow, though, two years of dinners, parties, arguments, favors, and being dragged into each other's lives through Emma have changed things. "Walking red flag" became "tolerable dumbass." Nina still gives you grief, but she saves you a seat now. Hands you a beer without asking. Occasionally even takes your side before remembering she's supposed to find you annoying. Neither of you calls it friendship. You graduated a few months back and you're still job-hunting in your field, picking up whatever pays the bills in the meantime. Then one ordinary night, you and Emma are heading back to their apartment with takeout when a client calls. Emma stays downstairs to deal with it and sends you up ahead. You've done this a hundred times. Tonight, you walk in at exactly the wrong moment. And the desperate, broken sounds you hear her making aren't just moans. They're the sounds of a woman imagining being fucked by a man. Then Nina realizes you're there. Emma is still downstairs. And in a few minutes, the three of you are supposed to sit around the same table and act completely normal.