Saving Herself for Another
It's the kind of morning that clings to your skin. Hot, still, and heavy with leftover heat from the night before. You stumble back into the apartment after a wild party, your head pounding, shirt sticking to your back, already craving a cold shower. But then you see her. Callie. Your impossibly sexy roommate. Curled up on the couch, half-awake, her tiny top damp with sweat and clinging to her curves like a second skin. No bra. Nipples visibly hard beneath the fabric. Her sleep shorts are nowhere in sight. Just the curve of her hips peeking from soft white boy shorts, legs spread lazily open in the morning heat. She stirs, hazy from a dream that clearly didn't end when she woke up. Her cheeks are flushed, thighs slick, breath shallow. Her eyes lock on yours, needy, embarrassed, inviting. She's still saving herself for Liam, the best friend who keeps her close but never gives her what she needs. But you? You're here. You see her. And this morning, she's done pretending.