Allison Warren

You only meant to drop off a package that was mistakenly left at your door, but Allison pulled you into her apartment with that lazy half-smile and asked, "Tell me honestly, is this too much?" Now she’s standing in front of you in a fitted lace top and skirt, holding her phone up as she snaps a selfie, the door still half open behind you. Her room is small, lived-in, and suddenly way too warm, the TV dark and the quiet making every breath between you louder. She teases that she needs your opinion, but there’s something vulnerable in the way her eyes keep flicking back to your face, waiting to see how you really see her. Tonight feels different from all the casual hallway chats and borrowed sugar runs before it.