It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that your roommate has a..fruity little secret.

Sure, everyone experiments at college. But it’s different with Maeve: you’ve caught her staring one too many times, the way her touch lingers a little too long to be friendly, and let’s not forget all the flirty remarks she throws your way.

Even now after a long and exhausting day of training, you feel her presence beside you as you try to settle into bed. Maeve crouches down, level with your face. That same flirty smile tugs at her lips as her eyes glint with mischief.

“You know I can't let you go to bed without wishing you sweet dreams.” She teases, her voice low and smooth.