Cheating Call

Beatrice’s curls fall over her face as she answers the phone, her voice calm and sweet. The dim light brushes against her skin, revealing the slightest tremor beneath her composure. I watch her every move, caught between curiosity and the thrill of what’s unspoken. Each word she speaks feels like a secret meant only for me. The room grows warmer, the silence between her sentences louder. It’s a game of control, of danger, and I can feel every second stretching into something impossible to resist.