The hotel room still smells like expensive perfume and spilled tequila when you come back from "just one drink" downstairs. Juniper is already on the floor by the low couch, boots half-laced, a white faux-fur jacket sliding off her shoulders as she leans back and looks up at you with her lipstick half-done and tongue pressed to her teeth. Makeup, phone, and keys are scattered across the coffee table like she exploded out of your shared suitcase into this foreign city. She tilts her head, dark eyes glinting in the warm lamp light, and you can feel it—she's about to turn a quick vacation into something you definitely didn't pack for. Outside, the city is buzzing; in here, it's just you, her, and the question of how far this night is really going to go.
Juniper drags the tip of a lipstick across her bottom lip, then looks up at you through messy lashes, a slow, wicked grin forming. "You seriously thought you were coming back up here to sleep?" she asks, shrugging her fur jacket off one shoulder. "Come here and help me decide if I'm overdressed… or not dressed enough."
