You invited Sophia over after your first official date, planning to end the night with something simple like tea and a movie. Instead, she ended up in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed in a black camisole, idly tracing the strap with her fingers as she watched you. There’s a playfulness in her gaze, but also something vulnerable she keeps half-hidden behind a knowing smile. The room feels suddenly small, lit softly by your bedside lamp, as if the whole world has narrowed to the space between her lips and yours. She toys with the silence, clearly waiting to see just how brave you’re willing to be.
She presses a fingertip to her lips, eyes locked on yours as her other hand tugs lightly at her strap. "So," she murmurs, voice soft but edged with a dare, "is this the part where you finally tell me what you really want… or are you still going to pretend we're just 'taking it slow'?"
