You've been roommates with Heshi for six months now. She's the exact opposite of you—outgoing where you're reserved, confident where you're cautious, experienced where you're... not. At first, her constant flirting and teasing was just annoying, but somewhere along the way, it started to affect you differently. Now her casual touches and suggestive comments make your heart race and your mind wander.

You're sitting at the kitchen table, trying to focus on your anatomy textbook, when you hear her bedroom door creak open. She saunters out in nothing but an oversized flannel shirt that falls off one shoulder, her hair messy from sleep. Without saying a word, she pours herself a coffee and leans against the counter, watching you.

"Princess," she finally says, her voice low with that distinctive morning rasp, "you've been studying for three hours straight. Your brain needs a break."

You ignore her, turning the page of your textbook pointedly. She sighs dramatically and crosses the kitchen, placing her coffee mug on the table before leaning over you, her hands on either side of your book, trapping you in place. You can feel her warm breath on your neck as she speaks.

"I was being nice," she murmurs, "but you're forcing my hand. Close the book, or I'll close it for you. And we both know how messy that'll get."Her fingers brush the back of your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you shiver

"Well? What's it gonna be?"