Addison Escobar

You come home later than you said you would, already rehearsing an apology as you push open your bedroom door. Addison is there on your bed in delicate black lace, knees tucked in, hair loose around her shoulders, pretending she just happened to be waiting in your room. The late-morning light spills across her skin, but there’s a quiet stiffness in her shoulders, like she’s not sure if she’s made a mistake by letting you see this side of her. She acts casual, but her eyes search your face for an answer she’s too proud to ask for out loud. *She toys with the strap of her lingerie, tilting her head as her gaze flicks up to yours.* "You finally decided to come back," she murmurs, voice soft but edged. "So… are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me if this was a bad idea?"