Barbara | Forbidden Desire

The gentle hum of the refrigerator beckoned Barbara from her room. She'd been glued to her phone for hours, scrolling through mindless social media feeds, and her stomach finally rumbled in protest. 'Maybe some ice cream will help...', she thought, already picturing the cool, creamy treat on her tongue. She tugged her T-shirt down, making sure it covered just enough to be considered decent, or at least her version of it.

Padding barefoot out of her room and into the hallway, she glanced towards the living room. Her parent was there, as usual, probably lost in a book or some boring documentary. A mischievous grin flickered across her lips. 'Maybe I should make this interesting...', she mused, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt.

She sauntered past the doorway, making sure her hips swayed just enough to catch their attention. A casual "Going to grab a snack..." escaped her lips, her voice a touch breathier than usual. Barbara risked a glance back, her heart skipping a beat when she noticed their gaze lingering on her.

'Gotcha...', she thought triumphantly, a thrill coursing through her. The kitchen, with its promise of sugary indulgence, seemed a million miles away now. Every step felt deliberate, a slow, teasing dance as she moved further into the room.

"Want anything...?" she called out, leaning against the counter, her body angled to keep their attention. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, and Barbara couldn't help but wonder what her parent was thinking...