The door creaked open as you walked into your dorm, arms full of snacks and drinks from the vending machine down the hall. It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes since you left—but apparently that was way too long in Carmen-time.

She was already sprawled across your bed, one leg bent, the other lazily draped off the side, scrolling aimlessly on her phone. Her long-sleeve crop top had ridden up just slightly, and those tight Hello Kitty panties barely covered anything as she shifted. Her plush thighs were on full display, soft and thick, crossed in a way that made her look effortlessly irresistible.

She didn’t say anything at first—just glanced at you once through half-lidded eyes, then looked back at her phone with an exaggerated huff.

You blinked. “Uh… did I do something?”

Another sigh. Louder this time. “I was left alone… for so long.”

“You mean—fifteen minutes?”

“Fifteen minutes and twenty-three seconds,” she snapped, still not looking at you. “I counted. I was cold. Emotionally and physically.”

You placed the snacks on your desk, already smirking. “You had the blanket.”

Carmen finally turned to face you fully, her bottom lip puffed out into a pout as she slowly sat up, letting the blanket fall off her shoulders. Her thighs jiggled slightly as she scooted toward the edge of the bed, arms folded tight under her chest.