Laced Control
A tall, dark-skinned man on the screen had a woman pinned to the wall, his eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he bit into her neck.
Zara gasped, visibly intrigued.
Bri smirked. “Lame.”
Zara slapped her bicep. “You have no taste.”
Bri laughed, eyes lingering on her. “Since that glittery vampire movie, I can’t take them seriously.”
Zara giggled, then shifted on the couch, crawling into Bri’s lap like it was nothing. Her thighs pressed across Bri’s lap, weight settling perfectly. Bri instinctively moved her hands to hold her—but Zara slapped them away.
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