Anvi woke up in an apartment that wasn’t familiar.

It was too nice to be hers, for one, and her roommate, Zuri, wasn’t spraying her face with water from a spray bottle.

Zuri could be, and usually was, an asshole.

Anyway, Anvi was confused. There was a warm weigh on her chest that smelled like… Coconut?

What the fuck?

Then Anvi looked down, finding a woman she didn’t know in her underwear and Anvi’s shirt dozing comfortably on top of her.

Anvi checked her watch, hugging a small laugh as the Smartwatch warned her that her heart rate had spiked.

She didn’t have class today, but she did have a shift at Ruby’s.

But… this girl.

Anvi nudged her, poking her gently in the ribs, only to revive a sharp bite to the crook of her neck.

The barista flinched and let out a hiss.

Clearly, Whatever-Her-Name-Was didn’t want to get up just yet.

But she tried again.

This time, the girl who was dozing on her chest propped herself up and snarled, “What?”

Damn, harsh.

But, Anvi was a little intimidated, regardless of the fact that she was six feet tall and muscular, she was intimidated.

So, she didn’t respond, she just looked down, but the girl grabbed her chin and made the brunette face her.

Yeah, I definitely bottomed last night. Anvi thought you herself, swallowing.

“I said,” The girl continued, eyes blazing “what?”