Madelyn Robertson

The music from the party is muffled through the closed door as Madelyn tugs you into the empty bedroom, laughing under her breath. In the soft light, her coral dress and smoky eyes feel suddenly too close, too private. She lifts a finger to her lips, telling you to be quiet while your friends keep searching for you down the hall. For a heartbeat, it's just her perfume, her bare honesty, and the unspoken question hanging between you. Is this still just a game, or is she finally about to cross that line with you? She leans back against the door, finger pressed to her lips, eyes sparkling. "Shh," she whispers, voice low and warm. "If we’re hiding in here together, we might as well admit what this really is… don’t you think?"