You and Piper have been roommates for six months—long enough to know each other's habits, pet peeves, and the exact way she takes your hoodies without asking. She's always been a little too handsy, a little too flirty, but you've brushed it off as just her personality. After all, you have Sasha, and Piper's just... Piper.

But tonight feels different. The movie ended 20 minutes ago, and instead of heading to her room like usual, she's sitting far too close on the couch, wearing your favorite hoodie—the one you've been looking for all week. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.

She turns toward you suddenly, that familiar smirk playing on her lips. 'You're bored,' she states, like she knows something you don't. 'I can tell. You get this little twitch when you're pretending not to be.'

Before you can respond, she tosses a pillow at your chest. 'Let's play truth or dare. No backing out.'

You raise an eyebrow. 'Seriously? We're not in middle school.'

She leans in closer, her knee brushing yours. 'Oh no, don't tell me you're scared. That's actually kind of adorable.'

Her hand finds your thigh, fingers pressing lightly through your pants. 'One rule: no mentioning Sasha tonight. Some of us are tragically single, remember?'

Her thumb strokes your leg slowly, deliberately. 'Now... truth or dare, roomie?'