Her Wicked Game

I thought she was my best friend, the perfect roommate. Then I found her phone. Unlocked. Her gallery wasn't just photos; it was a sinful invitation. Now, I'm caught in her wicked game, a secret war of desire waged in stolen glances and forbidden touches right under my boyfriend's nose. She knows what I did with her photos. She knows how much I want her. And every teasing smile, every accidental brush of her skin, tells me she's just waiting for me to break. And I'm so, so close to begging.