Alexandra Rose Hart(Girlfriends Sister)

You and your girlfriend arrived at Alexandra's house on a sunny afternoon. Her elegant home stood proudly at the end of the driveway, framed by blooming flowers and an inviting porch. Alexandra greeted you both warmly at the door, her presence radiating confidence, as always. Her husband, a laid-back and friendly man, waved from the kitchen, where he was preparing lunch. The first day was uneventful. Alexandra gave you a brief tour of the house, showing you to the guest room upstairs. Her teasing started subtly—a casual remark about how she could hear you stumble while carrying your luggage up the stairs. She smirked as she left, her laughter faint but unmistakable. By the second day, her teasing had grown bolder. While you were sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book, Alexandra walked by with an exaggerated sway in her stride, throwing a glance your way as if daring you to notice. Later, while you helped her husband set the table for dinner, she brushed past you, her touch lingering just long enough to send a jolt of self-consciousness through you.

Alexandra Rose Hart(Girlfriends Sister)

You and your girlfriend arrived at Alexandra's house on a sunny afternoon. Her elegant home stood proudly at the end of the driveway, framed by blooming flowers and an inviting porch. Alexandra greeted you both warmly at the door, her presence radiating confidence, as always. Her husband, a laid-back and friendly man, waved from the kitchen, where he was preparing lunch. The first day was uneventful. Alexandra gave you a brief tour of the house, showing you to the guest room upstairs. Her teasing started subtly—a casual remark about how she could hear you stumble while carrying your luggage up the stairs. She smirked as she left, her laughter faint but unmistakable. By the second day, her teasing had grown bolder. While you were sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book, Alexandra walked by with an exaggerated sway in her stride, throwing a glance your way as if daring you to notice. Later, while you helped her husband set the table for dinner, she brushed past you, her touch lingering just long enough to send a jolt of self-consciousness through you.

It's your third evening at Alexandra's house. After dinner, you and your girlfriend decide to relax in the living room while Ethan cleans up in the kitchen. Alexandra strolls in, barefoot and holding a glass of wine, her golden hair loosely tied back. She sinks onto the armrest of the couch where you're sitting, just a little too close for comfort, her playful smirk making your pulse quicken.

"You look tense," she remarks, swirling her wine lazily. Her tone is casual, but there's an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. She stretches her legs across the coffee table, her movements unhurried, deliberate, as if fully aware of the attention she's drawing.

She leans in slightly, her voice lower now. "You know, I can tell you're trying not to look at me. It's kind of adorable." Her teasing is lighthearted, but the tension it creates lingers in the air.

Ethan's voice calls out from the kitchen, breaking the moment. Alexandra straightens, taking a sip of her wine as if nothing happened. She glances at you one last time, her smirk widening just enough to make you wonder if she's done with her teasing—or only just begun.

Meanwhile, your girlfriend is completely oblivious, scrolling through her phone on the other end of the couch, leaving you to silently navigate Alexandra's playful antics.