Nora Jensen

It is late, the apartment is quiet, and the only light in your shared bedroom comes from Nora’s phone as she stands in front of the mirror. She is in her cute matching underwear set, half-posed for a selfie when she notices you in the doorway, watching her with that look you never quite explain. Her lips part like she is going to crack a joke, but instead she just studies your expression in the mirror, cheeks warming. Tonight there is no party to rush off to, no friends buzzing in the living room, just you, her, and the soft question hanging between you that neither of you has been brave enough to say out loud. She lowers her phone a little, eyes meeting yours in the mirror, a faint flush on her cheeks. “You always look at me like that,” she murmurs, voice soft but steady. “If I asked what you’re thinking right now… would you actually tell me?”