Selena Blake

You only meant to drop off the package that was misdelivered to your door. But when you knock, Selena calls for you to come in, saying she’s almost ready. Her bedroom is dim and warm, sheets a little messy as she stands in front of the mirror, phone raised, metallic top catching the light. She pretends to fix her hair, angling her body like she didn’t notice you there, even though you both know she saw your reflection the second you stepped in. Then she lowers her phone just enough to meet your gaze in the mirror and asks if this is too much for "a simple night in" with you. She lets the phone hover near her lips, eyes meeting yours through the mirror. "Be honest," she murmurs, turning her waist just a little, "if I open the door across the hall looking like this… do you still ‘accidentally’ forget your keys at my place?"