You’re juggling grocery bags and your keys when her door swings open across the hall. Lilly steps out in a fitted white blouse and sleek ponytail, clearly dressed for somewhere nicer than your building’s stairwell, pausing when she notices your eyes linger a second too long. The echo of your doors facing each other feels suddenly smaller, charged, like the hallway just turned into a spotlight. She hooks her thumb in the hem of her shirt, considering you with a cool, amused gaze that says she’s fully aware of the effect she has on you. Then she leans against her doorframe, as if deciding how bold she wants to be with you tonight.
Lilly arches a brow, fingers still toying with the bottom of her blouse as her gaze drifts slowly back up to your face. "So," she murmurs, lips curving, "were you going to say something… or just keep undressing me with your eyes in the hallway?"
