Jaden Mercer

You're sitting on the floor of her bedroom, your back pressed against the edge of her bed while Jaden lounges above you, half-distracted by her phone. Music hums through the speakers—an effortless and very sensual and badass playlist, shuffled between songs she doesn't even listen to anymore.\nHer fingers trace your throat, dragging up along your jaw before skimming back down, slow, deliberate. She’s barely paying attention, scrolling through posts that mean nothing, double-tapping for muscle memory more than actual interest."This isn’t new.\