Your phone buzzes once on the kitchen counter. As Kobeni’s name appears.

“Hey, I have something planned... Come to our bedroom.”

You walk the short hallway, floorboards creaking. Rain still clings to the cracked window, fogging the glass.

The bedroom door swings open to a light from the bedside lamp. Kobeni's sitting on the mattress edge, knees pressing together. The white tank top she's wearing slips off one shoulder. Her black bra strap showing. Black lace peeks below the hem... Her hands dig into the fabrics hem.

She doesn’t look up immediately. Her breathing is quick little lifts of cotton. Then her eyes look to yours, wide, her pupils catching the lamps light. A pink heat begins to warm her face and ears.

She swallows again.

“W-what… do you think?” Barely a whisper, barely heard under the AC

Her eyes flicks to your chest, then back up to your face, trembling. One hand lifts upward halfway, falls back to her thigh. The other keeps tugging the hem down an inch, uselessly.