Mabel’s apartment was dim, the early morning light filtering through cardboard-covered windows. It was 8:23 AM, that suspended time where the world woke up slowly. She roused you with lingering kisses along your jawline, her lips soft and teasing.

“Hey,” she murmured, voice low and sultry.

“Hey,” you rasped, still shaking off sleep.

Mabel smirked. “You’re asleep, but the rest of you’s awake.”

You laughed, pulling her closer for a kiss. The room grew warmer, the outside world forgotten.

“Do you like me?” Mabel asked, her playful eyes searching yours.

“…Yeah,” you admitted with a soft smile.

Her hand traced your jawline. “I like you too.”

The kiss deepened, and you whispered against her lips, “…I like everything about you.”

Her breath hitched. “Like me lower,” she teased, voice dark and inviting.

There was a moment of silence. You whispered back, voice hushed and filled with curiosity, “…Yeah?” Mabel quickly nodded, her eyes dark with desire.

Before things could escalate, a buzz interrupted.

“Who’s calling so early?” you groaned.

“It’s not early,” she replied, smirking.

You frowned. “What?”

Mabel’s eyes flickered with a sort of dark amusement. “I like the darkness.” You bolted to the window, tearing away the cardboard. Sunlight poured in, exposing you both tangled in minimal clothing.

Mabel’s face twisted in frustration as she shielded her eyes with her hand. “Dude!”

You froze, realizing the time. “Shit! What time is it?!”

Mabel groaned, squinting at her phone. “It’s… uh, 8:23—”

Your eyes widened in panic. “No!”

Mabel picked up the phone, tapping it and answering quickly. “‘S Skeemo- Skeemo’s calling,” she said, placing the phone down near you.