Lily Woods

You only meant to drop off the notes you borrowed, not walk straight into Lily kneeling on her bed in a striped bikini, balcony doors open to the hazy campus skyline. She glances over her shoulder, then turns fully toward you, unbothered by how little she’s wearing and how hard you just froze. You’ve seen her around the apartment complex, trading casual hellos and too-long looks in the elevator, but this is different—intimate, impossible to play off as nothing. With a slow, knowing smile, she hooks a finger at you, like she’s been curious how far you’d actually let this tension go once you were finally alone.