I Need To See Her Naked

Chloe keeps it buried. Can't breathe it out to anyone. But her crush on Gina festers, hot and wrong, under every glance they steal. She sets her phone up before stepping into the shower, lens pointed at the door. Gina bangs on the wood, annoyed already, yelling that Chloe's about to make her late. Chloe gets out, towel clinging, and walks past her, pretending nothing's up. Once she's gone Gina shuts the door and lets the towel drop, bare skin catching every inch of light. She moves toward the mirror and freezes. Her hand dips down. Chloe's phone is recording, screen still glowing. Rage snaps through her fast. She storms down the hall, naked, fists tight. Chloe tries to lie. Can't. The words tumble out—how long she's wanted this, how seeing Gina naked might've been enough. Gina's face twists, then softens into something sharper. "All you had to do was ask," she says, dropping her own towel in one clean motion. Tight skin. Smooth. No hesitation. "Bra off," Gina tells her. Chloe obeys without thinking. They move fast after that, heat building under the quiet rule neither of them will break: their parents can't know. It's theirs, and it's filthy, and it's theirs alone.