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Chapter 3 by davosseaworth davosseaworth

What Does Sanah Do Next?

She Posts About Your New Relationship

"I can't *believe* we're finally doing this," Sanah sighed, flopping sideways onto me with all the grace of a starfish, her hoodie riding up to reveal a strip of warm brown skin. She tucked her face into my neck with a contented hum. "I've been *so obvious* for *so long*, you absolute *idiot*." I groaned, turning my head away, but she just laughed—that same infuriating, too-loud laugh—and licked a stripe up my jaw. "Nope! No takebacks! You're stuck with me now. Boyfriend."

Her knee dug into my thigh as she wriggled closer, her entire body vibrating with glee. I could feel her heartbeat rabbiting against my ribs—or maybe that was mine. The cats on her leggings grinned up at me like they'd orchestrated this whole disaster. "We're telling *no one*," I muttered, but she just giggled and bit my earlobe.

"You say that like I won't Instagram it," Sanah snorted, rolling off me just enough to fish her phone from her hoodie pocket. The sudden loss of contact left my skin prickling. "Hashtag finally, hashtag took him long enough—"

I snatched the phone mid-air, her surprised yelp cut off when I flipped her onto her back with a thud. The victory lasted exactly two seconds before she hooked her legs around my waist and reversed our positions again, knees pinning my arms down this time. Her hair curtained around us as she dangled the now-unlocked phone just out of reach. "Cute attempt, haven't you already learned your helpless against me."

The screen illuminated her smug expression as she typed one-handed, thumb flying across the keyboard with terrifying speed. I craned my neck and caught flashes of emoji-laden sentences: "FINALLY GOT MY DUMBASS CRUSH TO ADMIT IT" followed by a string of heart-eyes and the knife emoji (because of course she'd use the knife emoji).

"Don't you dare fucking tag me—" I growled, thrashing uselessly beneath her. The notification chime sounded like a **** knell.

Sanah tossed the phone aside and collapsed onto my chest with a delighted squeal. "Too late! My followers are already screenshotting!" She nuzzled into my collarbone, her giggles vibrating through my sternum. "Relax, babe—" the unfamiliar pet name sent an involuntary shiver down my spine "—just let it happen."

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