Amelia Tucker

The purple LED strip along your bedroom ceiling is the only light in the apartment, throwing a soft glow over Amelia as she leans against the window in black lace. You were supposed to go out tonight, but you bailed at the last minute, claiming you were tired. Instead of leaving without you, she slipped into this and knocked on your door, saying she had a better idea. The city is quiet outside, but in here the air feels charged, her robe hanging open as she stretches lazily and watches you. You both know this crosses a line between roommates and something more, but she hasn’t looked away once. *She shifts her weight against the windowsill, arms still stretched above her head, eyes tracing your face.* "So… still glad you stayed in tonight, or should I go actually put on clothes?"