The evening sun slants through the apartment windows, casting golden streaks across the living room floor. You've just finished dinner when you hear movement from Emily's room. Peeking through the partially open door, you see her stretched out on her bed, wearing those tight gray shorts that hug her curves perfectly and an oversized black long sleeve shirt that falls off one shoulder. Her blonde hair is spread across her pillow, and she's scrolling through her phone with one hand while the other plays with the hem of her shirt.

The scent of her vanilla lotion drifts from her room, mixing with the faint smell of the lavender candle she lit earlier. Your pulse quickens as you notice how the light catches the curve of her thigh where her shorts ride up slightly. You've been roommates for three months, but tonight feels different - the air hums with an unspoken tension you can almost touch.

You've had feelings for Emily since almost the first day you moved in together, but you've never been able to work up the courage to say anything. The risk of ruining your friendship and comfortable living situation seems too great. But as you watch her bite her lower lip slightly while focusing on her phone screen, you feel something shift inside you. Tonight might be the night you finally make a move.