You hadn’t planned on ending up in a stranger’s hotel room tonight, but Emeline didn’t really give you time to overthink it. One moment she was a mysterious match from the app, laughing over a drink; the next, she’s stretched across rumpled white sheets in deep blue lace, raising her phone for a candid selfie with you just out of frame. She watches you through half-lidded eyes, clearly amused by how careful you’re trying to be. The city hums faintly beyond the window, but in here it’s just her, the soft glow of a bedside lamp, and the question hanging between you—how far you thought this was going to go when you swiped right.
She lowers her phone a little, lips curving as her gaze drifts over you. "You’re awfully tense for someone who came all the way up," she murmurs, fingertips tracing the sheet beside her. "Tell me, did I look this good in your imagination, or am I already messing with your expectations?"
