Following up

Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as you slowly wake from a deep sleep, your body still humming with the remnants of last night’s activities. You blink a few times, trying to shake off the drowsiness and gather your thoughts. As you stretch, the soft sheets cling to your skin, and you become acutely aware of the fabric of the push-up bra hugging your chest and the delicate lace of your panties against your hips. A flicker of embarrassment washes over you, but you’re too groggy to fully process it just yet.

Your fingers wander beneath the sheets, seeking the familiar comfort of your blanket, but instead, they brush against something smooth and cool. Confused, you fumble around, finally pulling the object closer to inspect it. The early morning light is still too harsh on your eyes, and they struggle to focus as you hold the item up before you.

As your gaze clears, your heart races at the realization: it’s the dildo you used last night. “Oh god,” you mutter under your breath, the embarrassment flooding back as you quickly shove it beneath the sheets, hoping Liam didn’t catch a glimpse. But before you can fully compose yourself, a voice breaks through the quiet of the room.

“Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Liam drawls from his side of the room, the lazy tone teasingly casual. “I didn’t know you were into late-night activities. I could hear you all the way over here.”

Heat floods your cheeks, and you freeze, wide-eyed and mortified. “What? I was alone!” you shoot back, panic threading through your words. “I swear I was!”

Liam rolls over to face you, a smirk plastered on his face. “Nah, you weren’t. I woke up because of all that moaning you were doing. Didn’t know you were such a screamer.” He laughs, clearly enjoying your discomfort, while you sink deeper under the sheets, desperately trying to hide your face.

“No, no, no! You weren’t supposed to hear any of that!” you protest, mortified at the thought of your best friend hearing you—well, Luna—during such a private moment. You tug the sheets up to your chin, your heart racing at the realization of how exposed you are, not just because of the bra and panties but also because of the context of the situation.

“Chill out, it’s not like I’m judging you,” Liam replies, propping himself up on one elbow, clearly amused. “But seriously, I didn’t know you had it in you. Next time, maybe keep it down a bit, huh?”

You shoot him a glare, irritation flaring alongside the embarrassment. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. You had thought last night was just an escape, an indulgence in a fantasy, but now the reality of it all feels overwhelmingly invasive.

The vulnerability of the moment sinks in deeper as you think about how Liam might view Luna. You’ve always been friends, but this new dynamic changes everything. You’re aware of every curve of your body and how the bra accentuates them, feeling acutely self-conscious with Liam’s knowing gaze lingering on you.

“Seriously, why haven't you put that away yet?” he asks, gesturing at the sheets. “You should really clean up after yourself.”

You shoot him another glare, biting back a retort. “I will! Just—don’t make it weird, okay?”

“Too late for that, I think,” he teases, laughing as he stretches his arms above his head. You can’t help but roll your eyes, the banter familiar and comfortable despite your embarrassment.

As you try to steady your breath and gather your thoughts, you realize you’re still hiding beneath the sheets like a child caught in a silly lie. “Okay, but really, Liam,” you say, lowering your voice in an attempt to sound serious. “I-it wasn't me, okay? It was Luna...”

“Hey, no judgment here,” he reassures you, still chuckling. “Just remember, I’m the one who’s going to be your partner in crime if you ever need to take your newfound skills to the next level.”

You can’t help but groan, the combination of embarrassment and laughter bubbling within you. “Shut up!” You’re still hidden beneath the sheets, wrestling with the reality of being exposed in more ways than one. “Just let me be for a minute.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll let you recover,” Liam concedes, smirking as he leans back against the wall. “But seriously, if you want to talk about it or anything, I’m here. Best friends and all, right?”

His sincerity softens the moment, and you finally peel back the sheets a little, enough to meet his gaze. “Thanks, Liam. I appreciate it. I just… need a moment to process everything.”

You can still feel the warmth creeping up your cheeks as you think back to the night before, but at least with Liam, you know you’re safe to explore these feelings without judgment.

After a few moments of silence, you feel the weight of the previous night’s events settle heavily on your shoulders. With a deep breath, you pull the sheets aside just enough to reveal your face, your curiosity finally getting the better of your embarrassment. You glance over at Liam, who’s still smirking, clearly enjoying the situation way too much.

“Okay, seriously,” you begin, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the headboard. “How the hell did you manage to pull off getting Victoria to look like that? It honestly looked like she was gone fucking you.”

Liam chuckles, scratching the back of his head as he considers your question. “Well, it wasn’t really a plan. More like a series of unfortunate decisions that somehow ended up working out.”

“What do you mean?” you press, intrigued despite yourself. “I was literally right there talking to Marcus, and I had no idea what you were up to.”

“Okay, so here’s what went down,” he said, his voice low as he focused on you, a hint of laughter in his tone. “I was standing there, completely zoned out, lost in the haze of the party. The lights were all swirly, and I’m just swimming through the music, right? Then I see you across the crowd, and it’s like—bam! Reality slaps me in the face. I remember I’m supposed to distract Victoria while you do your thing with Marcus.”

You nodded, encouraging him to keep going, and he grinned, diving deeper into his recollection. “So I lock eyes with her, and she’s just sitting there, looking like she owns the whole place. I’m thinking, how do I get her attention? My brain’s like molasses, nothing is sticking. Should I compliment her? Talk about deep topics? But then I realize, nah, she’s probably heard it all before.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, recalling the moment of impulsivity that had taken him by surprise. “In a burst of panic, I just charged in there like a total idiot. I flop down across from her, and—oh man, I’ve never seen anyone look so annoyed. She’s all ‘what are you doing here?’ And I’m sitting there, heart racing, and I just… I start pouring on the drama. I act like my whole night has been a disaster.”

You chuckled, imagining the scene. “Did it work?”

“Kind of!” Liam laughed, shaking his head at his own recklessness. “At first, she’s rolling her eyes at me, and I’m like, ‘I came with this girl, and she just ditched me!’ Totally laying it on thick. I mean, I was ****. But then I start complimenting her, calling her a goddess, and somehow, it gets her curious. She’s starting to soften up a bit.”

He continued, recalling the moment that had shifted the atmosphere. “And then I got really bold. I was like, ‘I bet I can make you laugh in ten minutes, and if I do, you’ll grab a drink with me!’ At that point, I had no clue if it would work. But I had to try something.”

You could see the excitement building in his expression as he recounted the thrill of the gamble. “She’s skeptical, of course. But then I blurt out that I overheard something about Marcus planning a surprise for her tonight. I’m not even sure why I said it, but it was like flipping a switch—she’s suddenly all ears!”

“Nice move,” you replied, impressed with his quick thinking.

“Right? So we’re weaving through the crowd, and I’m just trying to keep her engaged. I make up this whole story about a hidden lockbox he’s left for her. Totally insane, but she bites! She actually thinks there’s a special message waiting just for her,” Liam said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I mean, who does that?”

“And then what happened?” you pressed, eager to hear more.

“Well,” he said, leaning in closer, “I led her into this dark storage room, praying she wouldn’t realize how ridiculous it was in there. I pulled out my phone to act like I was searching for the ‘lockbox,’ and she was so intrigued she just went along with it! I couldn’t believe my luck. But I knew if I didn’t keep her distracted, she’d go right back to Marcus.”

You could see the thrill of the chase in his eyes. “I ended up stalling for so long that she almost caught on, but just when I thought I’d lost her, I threw out this wild idea about it being voice-activated. It was a gamble, but it worked. She’s convinced there’s a message from Marcus, and now she’s stuck in there trying to find it!”

Liam laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I mean, who knew just pretending to be a love guru would actually keep her from him? But hey, it’s working, and now it’s your turn! Just… don’t pull anything crazy while I’m doing all the legwork here!”

You couldn't help but smile at his antics, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of what lay ahead. His hair was tousled, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, replaying the highlights in his mind. The party had been wild, and the adrenaline was still fresh in his veins.

“Okay, let me finish my recap,” Liam said, stretching and propping himself up on his elbows. “So, I grabbed a drink from a waiter just to keep my hands busy. But then I suddenly froze. Wait, why did I run away? I didn’t even lock the door!” His wide-eyed panic painted a vivid picture.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh no. You ran back, didn’t you?”

“Of course! I bolted through the winding corridors like I was training for the Olympics, chanting, ‘Please still be in there!’ with every step. But then, as I rounded the corner, my worst fears came true. There was Victoria, standing outside the door, arms crossed and furious.”

“Yikes,” you said, half-laughing, half-wincing at the mental image.

He continued, his voice laced with embarrassment, “I tried to explain, but my brain was mush. I told her it was all part of this… big surprise Marcus wanted to set up for her. But she wasn’t buying it. Then, in my panic, I accidentally spilled my drink all over her dress!”

“No way! Seriously?” you gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yep! She freaked out on me. I was horrified. I tried to help her clean it up, and before I knew it, we were so close…” He trailed off, a dreamy look crossing his face.

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “What happened next?”

Liam took a deep breath, clearly trying to brace himself. “Well, the tension was insane. I leaned in—totally instinctively, mind you—and then she pulled back and asked what I was doing, which made everything even more awkward. And then, out of nowhere, I… I kissed her.”

Your mouth dropped open. “No way! What did she do?”

“She slapped me!” he exclaimed, rubbing his cheek as if he could still feel the sting. “I stumbled after her, trying to make it right, but she was on a mission to get away from me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You really went for it, huh?”

“Desperation, my friend!” he replied, grinning sheepishly. “But then I noticed you with Marcus. You looked like you were having the time of your life!”

“Speaking of which,” you said, your excitement bubbling over, “let me recap my own evening. While you were off spilling drinks, I flailed over to security. I mean, how often do you get a chance to chat up someone like Marcus Chase, right? I was practically begging him for a selfie—like, full-on puppy eyes and everything. And he totally fell for it!”

Liam burst into laughter. “No way! You actually did that?”

“Yeah! And it worked. He was super chill about it and took a couple of selfies with me, which was a total win.” You grinned, reliving the moment. “Then I just leaned into it and asked him if he wanted to grab a drink with me at the booth.”

“Wow, you’re bolder than I thought!” Liam exclaimed, clearly impressed.

You continued, “It felt so natural, though, thanks to Luna. We ended up chatting, and I was throwing out these flirty lines, and honestly, he was loving it. We chatted for a while, and I could see the sparks flying.” Your cheeks flushed at the thought of his smile, the way his eyes had lit up when you talked about your favorite movies.

“And?” Liam urged, leaning closer, excitement bubbling in his voice.

“And I got his number!” You couldn’t help but let out a little squeal of delight, your heart racing at the memory. “I mean, can you believe it? I actually pulled it off!”

“Girl, you are unstoppable!” Liam cheered, his enthusiasm contagious. “This is huge! We’re one step closer to—”

“Winning the trial!” you chimed in, both of you grinning like idiots at the thought.

After a few moments of shared excitement and laughter, you couldn’t help but bring up the highlight that had you both still buzzing. “Oh, and can we talk about how flustered Marcus looked when Victoria came back to the booth?” You leaned forward, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “She was fixing her dress and running her fingers through her hair like she just… you know… got all hot and heavy with someone.”

Liam’s eyes widened in realization, and a slow grin spread across his face. “You’re telling me that he thought we just had a little rendezvous? That’s too good!”

“Right?” you replied, stifling a giggle. “He was practically dazed! I mean, who wouldn’t be? It totally looked like she just fucked you! He was sipping his drink like he was in a daze, and I could see the gears turning in his head.”

“Man, I wish I could’ve seen that!” Liam laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “He was totally into you, though. He probably thought he lost his chance when she showed up.”

You chuckled, recalling Marcus's distracted expression as he tried to engage with you after that little scene. “I mean, he seemed so absentminded, like he couldn’t shake off the sight of her.”

“That’s hilarious!” Liam said, slapping his knee. “But speaking of ‘absentminded,’ did you—”

You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your cheeks as you remembered what had happened next. “Okay, but, um, I have to confess something.” You glanced at Liam, biting your lip. “Luna kinda… made me kiss Marcus on the lips.”

Liam’s jaw dropped. “You kissed Marcus Chase?!”

“Yes! And it was totally a surprise!” you exclaimed, your face burning in embarrassment. “It was all part of the persona taking over, and I didn’t even mean for it to happen. But when I leaned in, it just… happened!”

“Holy crap! You kissed the Marcus Chase!” Liam shouted, his excitement barely contained. “You know, I kissed Victoria, too, but it was more like I slammed my lips against hers and then got slapped for it!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you groaned, your cheeks heating further. “It’s just—” You sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “You actually wanted that kiss, and I'm the one who ended up with a legit one!”

Liam raised his hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’t plan for any of this to happen! It’s not my fault Victoria reacted like a volcano!”

“Yeah, well, it’s just… embarrassing!” you huffed, crossing your arms. “I didn’t mean for things to go that way. It just felt so right, and now I’m freaking out because he probably thinks I’m just some random party girl!”

“Relax! He clearly likes you,” Liam reassured you, though you could see the giddiness in his eyes. “And you’ve got a lot going for you. You snagged his number! That’s a huge win!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to shake off the embarrassment. “Yeah, but it’s different! He’s going to think of me as the girl who just popped out of nowhere and kissed him. What if he thinks I’m just some flirty party girl?”

“Honestly? I think he’s going to remember that kiss for a long time,” Liam replied, his grin still wide. “And you know what you should do to keep the momentum going?”

“What?” you asked cautiously.

“Send him a flirty pic!” he said, leaning in with excitement. “You know, something fun that shows off the whole vibe you had going tonight!”

Your heart dropped, and you felt heat flood your cheeks again. “Wait, what? Liam, no way! That’s so inappropriate!”

“Come on! You’re in this amazing outfit right now!” He gestured to your current ensemble, a push-up bra and matching panties that had you feeling both bold and ****. “You look fantastic! Why not show him what he’s missing?”

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed, flailing your arms in disbelief. “That’s way too forward! What if he thinks I’m just being ****?”

Liam waved a hand dismissively. “It’s not ****; it’s flirty! Besides, you’ve already kissed him! You’re halfway there. Just think about how much fun it would be to tease him a little! And come on, it’s a great way to follow up!”

You shook your head, battling the embarrassment bubbling up inside you. “I don’t know, Liam… That sounds so risky!”

“Risky is part of the game!” he insisted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look, if you don’t try, you’ll never know! And I’m telling you, Marcus will love it. Plus, it’ll show him you’re confident. That’s super attractive!”

You bit your lip, weighing his words. “But what if he thinks I’m just a… a total tease?”

“Trust me! Confidence is key,” he urged, practically bouncing in his seat. “You’ve already pulled off so much tonight. Just think of it as keeping the playful energy alive! Just a quick snap and then you can play it cool afterward.”

You sighed, feeling torn between excitement and embarrassment. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this…”

“Just do it!” Liam nudged your shoulder playfully. “I’ll even help you take the picture if you want! Just a quick shot, and then you can send it off. Think of the thrill!”

“Okay, fine!” you relented, your heart racing. “But if I regret this, I’m blaming you!”

Liam grinned widely. “Deal! Now, let’s get this perfect shot!”

As you prepared to take the picture, the nervous thrill of the moment sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Whatever happened next, you were ready to dive in—embracing the fun and unpredictability of it all.

With a rush of adrenaline coursing through you, you and Liam made your way to the bathroom, the ambiance of the party buzzing around you. Your heart raced, both with excitement and an underlying current of embarrassment. Standing in just a bra and panties around Liam felt utterly surreal—and nerve-wracking.

As you pushed open the bathroom door, you stepped inside, the dimly lit space filled with the sound of muffled music and laughter just beyond the walls. “Okay, let’s get this selfie done!” Liam exclaimed, barely containing his enthusiasm as he pulled out his phone.

You felt a wave of shyness wash over you. “Wait, hold on! Can’t we just… I don’t know, find a corner or something?” Your cheeks flamed at the thought of posing in such revealing attire.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Liam chuckled, already positioning himself near the mirror. “We need good lighting, and this is the perfect spot! Besides, we’ll make it playful. Just think of it as a fun little game.”

You shot him a nervous look, your heart thumping in your chest. “You’re not exactly helping my confidence here,” you muttered, glancing at your reflection. You looked okay—maybe even good—but standing in front of Liam like this felt ****, exposing a part of yourself you usually kept hidden.

“Come on, you’re rocking that outfit! Own it!” Liam encouraged, adjusting his phone’s camera settings. “You have to channel your inner goddess! And remember, this is just a selfie. Nobody else has to know!”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steel your nerves. “Right, just a selfie,” you repeated under your breath, pushing back the self-consciousness gnawing at you. “Okay, fine. Just… be quick about it.”

Liam turned around, positioning his phone to capture the perfect angle. “Alright, how do you want to pose? You could do something playful, maybe a little coy?”

You glanced at him, biting your lip. “I don’t know, Liam. Playful feels a bit… much.”

“Trust me! Just be you,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Here, let’s start simple. Just stand right there and smile. We can work from there!”

Reluctantly, you moved closer to the mirror, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep back into your cheeks. You tried to focus on the reflection, but the reality of your outfit made your heart race. “Okay, I can do this,” you whispered to yourself, attempting to channel some confidence.

“Perfect!” Liam said, lifting the phone. “Now give me your best smile!”

You **** a grin, but it felt stiff and awkward. “Is this good?”

“Way better than good! Just relax a little, let your personality shine through,” he urged, his eyes sparkling with encouragement. “Maybe lean a little closer to the mirror?”

You took a hesitant step forward, your heart pounding. The closer you got, the more exposed you felt, but you tried to let the moment wash over you. “Alright, here goes nothing,” you said, tilting your head slightly.

Liam snapped a few photos, the sound of the camera clicking filling the air. “Yes! That’s it! Now let’s add a little flair.” He gestured for you to do a playful pose, maybe flipping your hair or giving a soft pout. “Go for it! Just pretend you’re having the time of your life!”

With a mix of embarrassment and determination, you struck a pose, playfully tossing your hair back. It felt silly, but you were determined to channel Luna’s confidence. “Like this?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“Exactly! Now give me a smirk!” Liam exclaimed, snapping more photos.

You managed to smile a little wider, the initial shyness beginning to fade as you got into it. “Okay, I think I’m starting to get the hang of this,” you said, feeling a bit more at ease.

“Great! Now let’s take a few more to really capture the moment.” He moved around to get different angles, and you found yourself laughing, the atmosphere becoming more lighthearted.

Then, in a playful spirit, you raised a brow and struck a cheeky pose. “How about this?” you teased, adding a little wink.

“Now we’re talking!” Liam laughed, capturing the moment before you could second-guess yourself. “You look incredible! I can’t wait for Marcus to see this!”

As you settled into the moment, a sudden burst of excitement bubbled up within you. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. “Okay, but if he thinks I’m a total tease—”

“Trust me, he’ll be all over it,” Liam interrupted. “You’ve got this!”

After a few more snaps, you finally felt ready to wrap it up. “Alright, let’s just pick the best one and get out of here before I change my mind!” You reached for the phone as Liam chuckled, scrolling through the pictures.

“You seriously nailed it,” he said, showing you the shots. “Look at this one! It’s perfect!”

Your eyes widened at the playful, confident expression captured in the photo. “Wow, I actually look alright...” you say, surprised at how natural you seemed.

“Exactly! Now let’s send it off!” Liam said, grinning widely. “You’re going to knock Marcus’s socks off!”

You hesitated for a moment, the reality of what you were about to do sinking in. “Okay, but I’m really nervous…”

“Don’t be! Just hit send!” he urged, giving you a gentle nudge.

With a shaky breath, you took the plunge, hitting the send button. The picture zipped off to Marcus, and a mix of excitement and apprehension surged through you. “There! It’s done!”

Liam’s face broke into a huge grin. “Now we just wait for his reaction! You did it! You really did it!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the thrill of it all, despite the lingering embarrassment. “I guess I did. But I swear, if he thinks I’m just a flirt…!”

“Let him think what he wants,” Liam said, his tone light and encouraging. “You’re amazing, and you’re about to make his night. Just wait and see!”

As you left the bathroom, heart pounding with both excitement and anxiety, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of confidence. Whatever happened next, you were ready to embrace it head-on.