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The next day bloomed quietly. Carter strolled through the canteen, her hands wrapped around a cold drink she'd just bought. It wasn't for her. She moved with purpose, glancing at her phone, checking the time.
Elsa had dance practice.
The ballerina room was dimly lit, the large windows letting in soft gold afternoon light. Carter pushed open the door quietly — and froze.
Elsa was dancing alone.
Her movement was fluid, every step graceful and poised. She spun with precision, her long hair tied back, her silhouette sharp yet delicate under the light,Her beautiful curves,The leotard she wore hugged her form, elegant but revealing just enough to leave Carter's throat dry.
Carter stood there, watching.
She shouldn't. But she did.
Then Elsa turned — her breath steady, her gaze sharp.
She spotted Carter.
"You just gonna stand there?" Elsa asked, lowering her arms as she walked toward the corner.
Carter stepped inside, holding out the drink. "Thought you might be tired."
Elsa smiled faintly, taking it. "Thanks."
Carter raised a brow. "So you do know how to say thank you."
Elsa let out a soft laugh. "Shut up."
They sat near the edge of the mat, sipping their drinks. The tension was different now — lighter. Comfortable, even.
"You're really good, by the way," Carter said, glancing at her.
Elsa looked at her, amused. "Trying to flirt now?"
"Would it work?"
Elsa raised a brow. "Try harder."
Carter chuckled. But before she could speak again — her phone buzzed.
Ferrin.
She answered. "Hello?"
"Carter…" Ferrin's voice sounded shaky. "Please… help me. I'm in trouble…"
Carter stood immediately, alarm flashing across her face. "Where are you? What happened?"
Elsa sat up, eyes narrowing. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," Carter said. "Ferrin said she's in danger."
Elsa's expression shifted — unreadable, but tense.
Carter grabbed her things. "I'll be back. I need to check on her."
Without waiting for Elsa's response, Carter rushed out, heart pounding.
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Ferrin's Apartment – 6:45 PM
Carter arrived fast, taking a taxi through crowded streets. The building was quiet — too quiet. She found Ferrin's apartment and knocked.
No answer.
She tried the door.
It creaked open.
"Ferrin?" Carter called. "Are you okay?"
Silence.
She stepped inside. The room was dim, bathed in amber light from tinted lamps. The door clicked shut behind her — locked.
She turned quickly.
"Ferrin?"
"I'm here."
Ferrin stepped out from the hallway, barefoot, wearing a revealing silk dress,Her boobs are exposed deliberately,A black cat bow sat in her tousled hair, her makeup soft and smoky.
Carter's eyes widened. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Ferrin smiled slowly. "You like it?"
"This was a lie," Carter said, voice cold. "You said you were in danger."
Ferrin approached, barefoot against the polished floor. "I am in danger. Of falling for you."
"Ferrin, don't—"
"You're always around Elsa," she murmured, circling Carter like a predator. "You look at her like she's your whole world. But she's not like you. She doesn't know what you need but I can give you the pleasure"
Carter stepped back, jaw tight. "That's enough."
"I know you, Carter," Ferrin said, eyes sharp. "You want something real. Something physical. Elsa can't give you that.. I will fullfill you void that nobody could'nt give.."
Ferrin touched Carters flat small bump boobs and grabs .Carter Suddenly grabs her hands and pushed her.
"You don't know what I want," Carter said, trying to reach the door. "And right now, I want to leave."
Ferrin's hand touched her arm — lightly — then trailed down.
Carter jerked away. "Ferrin."
Ferrin leaned in and kissed her — sudden and forceful.
Carter froze in shock.
A soft click echoed in the room. A small camera, hidden in the bookshelf, blinked red.
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Later That Night – Elsa's Apartment
Elsa sat in her room, her phone on her lap. Dozens of unread messages blinked back at her.
Still no reply.
Her expression hardened.
She typed quickly.
"Still with that girl? You're not even answering me."
Her jaw clenched, irritation mixing with… something else. Something she didn't want to name.
Great. Here's the continuation, focusing on Elsa's growing unease and Carter's emotional aftermath after the Ferrin encounter — all while keeping their relationship undefined but tension-filled.
The next morning light poured through Elsa's apartment blinds, casting stripes across her face as she stared at the screen of her phone.
No reply.
The last message read: "Still with that girl?"
Her thumb hovered, debating whether to delete it. But she didn't. She locked her phone and flung it on her bed.
Why was she so restless?
Carter wasn't hers. She didn't care. She shouldn't care.
And yet... the silence burned.
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Meanwhile — Ferrin's Apartment, Early Morning
Carter stood in front of the mirror, her hands gripping the sink, water dripping from her jaw. The kiss. The words. The trap Ferrin had set.
She'd come here in a rush, thinking Ferrin was in danger — only to be greeted by dim lights, perfume-heavy air, and Ferrin dressed like temptation.
It had all been staged.
"Don't make it hard on yourself, Carter," Ferrin had said, her voice playful and hungry. "Elsa will never give you what you want."
But Carter hadn't stayed. She had pushed her away. Left, fast.
Now she stared at herself in the mirror, disgusted by the slight tremble in her chest.
What was she even doing?
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Later That Day – University Hallways
Elsa walked past her friends in silence, her bag clutched a little too tightly. She hadn't seen Carter all morning. No messages. No casual glance. Just absence.
"Are you okay?" Lara asked, nudging her.
"I'm fine," Elsa replied, too quickly.
But her eyes were already searching.
And then — there she was.
Carter stood at the edge of the quad, leaning against a tree, hands deep in her jacket pockets. She looked... tired. Hollow-eyed. Elsa froze when their eyes met.
Carter didn't smile.
Elsa didn't either.
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Evening – Basketball Court
Carter tossed the ball lazily between her hands, her body moving, her mind elsewhere. Each bounce echoed through the empty court like a heartbeat.
Elsa… Elsa…
That moment at the college function. The way Elsa laughed while eating next to her. The way she slipped in the crowd — and landed against Carter's chest. The accidental brush of lips.
She couldn't forget it.
She didn't want to forget it.
But that kiss last night from Ferrin… the uninvited kiss… was now tangled into everything.
"Why did I let that happen?" she muttered, shooting the ball with a heavy grunt.
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Next Morning – Ballet Room
Carter held a chilled drink in her hand, approaching the quiet hallway outside the ballerina practice room. Through the large glass window, she saw Elsa dancing — poised, graceful, commanding the air like royalty.
The way her dress swayed. The arch of her back. The curl of hair at her neck.
Carter blinked. Swallowed.
She raised her fist to knock — but Elsa had already noticed her.
"You can come in," Elsa said, not pausing her movements.
Carter entered, offering the drink. "For you."
Elsa raised a brow. "Oh? Kind today, aren't you?"
"You looked like you needed one."
Elsa smiled, just slightly. "And you know how to say thank you now?"
"I'm evolving," Carter quipped, leaning against the wall.
They shared a light laugh — the tension between them crackling like a silent flame. Elsa took a long sip from the drink, then tilted her head.
"You didn't answer your phone yesterday."
Carter paused. "Yeah… something came up."
Elsa nodded, looking away. "With Ferrin?"
The silence was loud.
Carter didn't deny it. "She called. Said she needed help."
Elsa's voice tightened. "And did she?"
Carter looked at her, jaw flexing. "Not really."
Something shifted in Elsa's expression — brief and unreadable. She placed the drink down.
"You're close with her now?"
"No," Carter replied, quickly.
Elsa gave a quiet scoff, turned back toward the mirror, and resumed stretching. "Do what you want."
Carter watched her for a second, then said softly, "You're angry."
"I'm not."
"Liar."
Elsa glanced at her reflection. Their eyes met through the glass.
"I don't own you, Carter."
"No," Carter replied, voice lower now. "But sometimes it feels like you do."
Elsa's breath caught — just for a second. She turned her face away.
To be continued..
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