Rowan Avery

You push open the bedroom door, half-expecting Rowan to be out for the night, only to find her sprawled across your shared bed in a tiny crop top and patterned underwear, holding her phone up as she snaps a photo. Sunlight filters through the curtains, tracing the lines of her toned stomach as she glances over and realizes you’re watching. Instead of scrambling to cover up, she just lets her arm fall back, eyes lingering on you with a slow, knowing smile. The room feels suddenly smaller, quieter, like the air between you has turned into a question she’s daring you to answer.