The moment Nevaeh stepped into her apartment, she knew she was in trouble. Donna, Lilly, and Teresa were all waiting for her, arms crossed, mischievous smirks plastered on their faces like they had been plotting something evil.
"Where exactly have you been?" Donna asked, raising a brow.
Nevaeh barely hesitated before blurting out, "At the office."
Silence. Then—
"Bullshit," Lilly said, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, you're a terrible liar, Nevaeh," Teresa chimed in, tilting her head.
Nevaeh gulped. Damn it.
Donna gasped dramatically. "Wait… wait… Did you stay over at Mordred's house?"
Nevaeh scoffed. "What?! No! That's ridiculous."
Lilly narrowed her eyes. "Then why is your hair a mess? And why are you wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday?"
Nevaeh's eyes widened as she looked down at herself. Crap.
Her three friends exchanged looks before bursting into a fit of excited screams.
"OH MY GOD, SHE TOTALLY DID!"
Teresa jumped up, grabbing Nevaeh's shoulders. "You better start talking before I die of curiosity!"
"Guys! It's not what you think!" Nevaeh protested.
Donna sat back, folding her arms. "Then tell us what exactly happened. And don't leave out the juicy details."
Nevaeh sighed in defeat. She plopped onto the couch, covering her face with her hands. "Fine. I went to his place because he wasn't feeling well, and he called me."
Lilly leaned in. "Wait, wait, wait. He called you? Mordred, the superstar who never lets anyone get close to him, called you when he was sick?"
Nevaeh hesitated before nodding.
Teresa let out a dramatic gasp. "You're basically his girlfriend at this point."
Nevaeh groaned. "No, I'm not! I just… took care of him."
Donna's eyes twinkled with excitement. "You mean like, nursed him back to health?"
Nevaeh rolled her eyes. "He had a fever. I just made sure he was okay. That's all."
"Did he look sexy while sick?" Lilly wiggled her eyebrows.
Nevaeh's mind instantly flashed back to Mordred lying in bed, his messy hair, the way his deep voice had sounded rough yet oddly… attractive.
She shook the thought away. "That is not the point!"
"But he was sexy, wasn't he?" Donna teased.
Nevaeh grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "Shut up!"
Her friends cackled with laughter.
Teresa clapped her hands. "Okay, so what happened next? Did he hold your hand while you took care of him? Did he call you cute in his fever-induced state?!"
Nevaeh hesitated. She could tell them about the way he held onto her hand, or how his maid practically endorsed their nonexistent relationship… but that would only make things worse.
So instead, she simply said, "No. Nothing like that happened."
Her friends stared at her, unconvinced.
Lilly huffed. "You're still lying. But fine, keep your secrets for now."
Donna sighed dramatically. "But Nevaeh, honey, be honest. Are you sure you're not falling for him?"
Nevaeh opened her mouth to deny it, but then… the image of Mordred staring at her, his warm hand around hers, the way he had looked at her with something different in his eyes—
She shut her mouth.
Her friends screamed.
"OH MY GOD, SHE IS FALLING FOR HIM!"