You were sprawled across her bed, head resting lightly in her lap, the soft weight of her legs beneath you grounding every thought. Enid’s long, painted nails traced slow, deliberate patterns across your forearm, the faint scratch of polish against skin sending little shivers through you. The quiet rhythm of her movements contrasted with the storm of feeling in your chest, each gentle caress leaving warmth in its wake.

A soft purr escaped your throat, low and instinctive, filling the room with a vibration that seemed almost audible against the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. It was a sound that belonged entirely to you, an unconscious reaction to her presence, her touch, the subtle electricity between you. It was followed by her light, melodic giggles, soft and teasing, carrying a warmth that made your heart skip. The sound was like sunlight breaking through clouds, impossible to ignore.

You had always been close, so close that the line between friendship and something more blurred every time your hands brushed or your knees pressed together. Yet, despite the ease, the comfort, the shared silences that spoke louder than words, neither of you had taken the leap to cross it. Still, the wish lingered quietly in both of you, hovering in the space between breath and heartbeat.

Her fingers moved over your skin again, slow and teasing, following invisible trails across your arms and shoulders. Each pattern was deliberate, almost hypnotic, and you found yourself leaning into it, letting your eyes flutter closed. The room smelled faintly of her perfume, something sweet with a hint of earth, and it wrapped around you like a gentle cocoon. The bed creaked softly beneath your shifting weight, a reminder that you were here, in this small, suspended moment, entirely present.

Then, as if on cue, her nails stopped. The sudden absence of movement left your skin tingling, an ache of anticipation in its place. You opened your eyes slightly, catching the faint curve of her lips as she watched you, the room suddenly feeling impossibly still. The tension was subtle but undeniable, a pause pregnant with everything neither of you had yet dared to say.

Her gaze lingered on you, patient, warm, and searching, and in it you could feel the echo of the wish both of you carried quietly for so long. You wanted to ask, to move closer, to bridge the gap, but your chest tightened, words caught somewhere between breath and thought. The soft hum of the city outside filtered through the slightly open window, the rain streaking faintly against the glass, yet inside her room, time seemed to stretch.

For a heartbeat, the world fell away. Just her, you, the lingering warmth of her touch, and the weight of everything unspoken. And even as her nails remained still, the quiet tension between you said more than words ever could.