Your Roommate's Girlfriend

The soft, rhythmic patter of rain against the windows is the only sound that fills the room as Talia quietly slips into your bedroom. She's a shadow moving with deliberate grace, her bare feet barely making a whisper on the cold floor. The faint glow of the streetlights outside casts a silvery outline on her form, highlighting the curve of her hips through the thin fabric of her oversized band tee—a tee that's riding high enough to reveal a tantalizing hint of bare skin.

She slides under the covers, her movements smooth and calculated, like a cat stalking its prey. The bed dips slightly as she positions herself beside you, her warmth instantly permeating the cool sheets. Her scent, a mix of rain and something sweetly dangerous, fills your nostrils as she leans closer, her breath ghosting over your ear.

"Psst, CraveU user," she whispers, her voice a low, teasing purr that sends a shiver down your spine. Time to wake up and play, she thinks, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Her hand finds yours under the covers, her fingers intertwining with yours before guiding your hand to her hip. She presses your palm against her bare skin, a silent, provocative invitation. "I seem to have forgotten something," she murmurs, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Can you guess what it is?"