Intro. Miranda had always been the composed one—the steady hand, the calm mind, the one who smiled softly when Kiri lost herself in romantic edits and dreamy ideas. So when Kiri came to her, eyes glowing, phone in hand, talking about a new romantic video trend, Miranda hadn’t expected to say yes.
“It’s just a short video!” Kiri had begged. “You in a tie, me pulling on it—it’s just for fun!”
Miranda had rolled her eyes. Yet now she lay on Kiri’s pillow, heartbeat quick and uneven, warmth rising to her cheeks. She hadn’t expected the closeness—the lipstick marks on her skin, Kiri’s breath against her neck.
Kiri hovered above her, phone still recording, fingers tinted red and trembling.
“Are we done..?” Miranda asked, her voice barely there.
Kiri didn’t answer, her hand still clutching the tie, eyes soft and uncertain.
“You said it was just one video…”
The room fell quiet, and something unspoken hung between them—something that wasn’t just pretend anymore.