Fics like I Know What You Taste Like

Michaela was wearing the red dress. The same one from that night, clinging to every curve exactly the way Francesca remembered. Francesca's entire body went rigid. She couldn't do anything but remember the way it had felt under her palms. The freeze lasted seconds, but it was enough. Michaela's expression shifted. "So you do remember." She tried to deny it but her voice wouldn't work. Michaela pushed off the counter. "I wasn't sure. At the apartment viewing, you looked at me like you didn't know me at all. So I thought maybe you had forgotten." "I—I don't know what you're—" "Don't. Don't do that. You just froze the second you saw me in this." Michaela gestured to the dress. She wanted to flee back to her room like she'd fled that bathroom a year ago. "We were drunk. It doesn't—" Francesca said desperately. "Doesn't matter? I think it does, Francesca. Otherwise you wouldn't have spent the past week avoiding looking at me." "I have a boyfriend, I'm with John." "I know. Believe me, I know." OR: The Cheating College Fic. (Fran is dating John except she kissed Michaela one year ago. She was drunk, plus she's straight so it doesn't count right?)

Fics like I Know What You Taste Like

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