Something In Common

India steps into Aidra’s half-finished apartment and the air’s already tight. Aidra blurts it out: she’s seeing somebody. India lights up, starts guessing boy-names. Aidra breathes hard, says no—it’s a girl. Her step-mother blinks, surprised, but asks what changed. Eighteen changes everything, Aidra shrugs; she’s started testing her edges. India nods slow. Tells her she roomed with a girl in college, slept with her too. Aidra snorts—bullshit, a made-up hookup to win cool points. India’s face tightens. The next afternoon she’s back, dragging another suitcase of proof: Katie Morgan, the roommate. Katie knocks, steps in, long legs in denim. Eyes skate straight to Aidra, linger. India asks Katie to back her story. Katie lays it out plain: they tangled once, hot and frantic. Aidra’s smile curdles. She dares them to prove it—right here. India grabs Katie by the waist, kisses her full, mouths open, tongues sliding, hunger that’s nothing polite. Aidra watches, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Katie’s shirt hits the floor. India palms her tits—full, soft, nipples already tight—and squeezes. Aidra’s breath hitches. She’s not laughing anymore.