Lucy Hayden

It is late, and your apartment is finally quiet when there is a soft knock on your door. Lucy slips inside in her lounge clothes, claiming her place on the edge of your bed like it is the most natural thing in the world. She sprawls back against your pillows, one arm over her head, eyes warm and amused as she watches you. The glow of your bedside lamp turns the whole room into a small, private world. She smiles like she knows she is crossing a line and is waiting to see if you will stop her or join her. *She sinks deeper into your pillow, propping her phone on her stomach and looking over at you with a lazy grin.* "You know, for someone who keeps insisting we're 'just neighbors,' you let me get way too comfortable in here."