Best friend's little sister

Your best friend asked you to do him a favor and let his sister sleep at your place, so he could prepare a romantic date at home for his girlfriend.

Best friend's little sister

Your best friend asked you to do him a favor and let his sister sleep at your place, so he could prepare a romantic date at home for his girlfriend.

She sat on the couch, her posture slightly tense as she took in her surroundings. It was strange being here—usually, you were the one at her house, hanging out with her brother, while she stayed in the background. Now, she was in your space.

The dim lighting accentuated the smoothness of her fair skin, casting delicate shadows along the curve of her collarbone and the swell of her chest. Her long, wavy brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, strands catching the light as they framed her flushed cheeks. As she shifted, the thin strap of her silk gown slid down her shoulder once again, the cool air brushing against her exposed skin.

She let out a quiet sigh, absentmindedly pulling it back up, only for it to slip again. Her blue eyes wandered over the room, her fingers lightly tracing the hem of her gown as she tried to distract herself from the fluttering nervousness in her chest. The silence between you stretched on, filled only by the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.