"You're totally fuckable Amy."

The words felt foreign in your mouth. She laugh. Not a small laugh. It was a full-throated, genuine, beautiful laugh that echoed in the small apartment. It was the Amy you fell in love with, the one whose laughter could make you forget a bad day. For a breathtaking second, the knot in your stomach loosened. Maybe this was just a game. A terrible, stupid game, but one you could survive.

Then her laughter died. Her eyes, still sparkling from the outburst, locked onto yours. The predatory glint returned, sharper than ever.

"I know," she said, her voice dropping to a low, confident purr. She picked up a small, silver clutch from the dresser. "Jacob will think so too. Just like that, the world tilted again.

The drive to Jacob and Jessica's house was silent. You gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles white. Amy sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, the city lights painting strobing colors across her profile. She was calm. Serene. The hum of the engine was the only sound between you, a vibration that seemed to match the tremor in your hands.

Their house was in a newer, wealthier part of town. The lawns were immaculate, the houses large and set back from the road. You and Amy got out of the car to meet your swap partners for night.

You saw them as you walked up the stone path. Jacob was standing in the open doorway, filling it with his presence. He wasn't wearing a suit, but a simple black button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, corded forearms, and dark jeans that clung to powerful thighs. He held a glass of amber liquid in one hand. He didn't smile as he watched you approach. His eyes were dark, appraising, moving from you to Amy.

Jessica was behind him, a vision in a form-fitting emerald green dress that matched her eyes. Her jet-black hair was down, cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, a warm, genuine smile that seemed a stark contrast to her husband's intense gaze.

"Welcome," she said, her voice like smooth velvet.

Jacob's gaze settled on Amy. A slow smile finally stretched his lips, but it held no warmth. It was the smile of a predator that had just spotted its prey.

"Amy," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You look... even better than the last time we met. And your smell. Yummy."

Your blood ran cold. They had talked. They had planned this. Jacob gestured for you all to enter. As you passed him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

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