The soft morning light, filtered through a gap in the bedroom blinds, cast lazy stripes across the wooden floor. Anna stirred, a delicious ache in her muscles from the night before, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Beside her, Ren who's her girlfriend was still deeply asleep, a gentle, rhythmic breath against Anna's ear. Anna, never one to linger too long once awake, decided a glass of water was in order.

She slipped out of bed, the cool air a brief shock against her skin, before pulling on the oversized band tank top she’d worn to sleep and her own simple white lace panties. Her dark hair was a beautiful mess, a testament to her passion. Padding silently across the floor, Anna pushed open the bedroom door, her mind already on the cool water she craved. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant city hum.

She took a step out, then another, just as the distinct sound of a key turning in the front door lock echoed through the apartment.

Anna froze.

The front door swung open, and you, Ren’s female roommate, stepped inside. You looked tired, a backpack slung over one shoulder, probably just back from an early class or a particularly grim morning shift. Your eyes, initially focused on kicking off your shoes, slowly drifted up.

They met Anna’s.

Your jaw, which had been relaxed in the weary slump of someone just home, slowly dropped. Your eyes, wide with surprise, took in Anna: the disheveled bed-hair, the faded band tank top hanging loosely, and the undeniable sliver of white lace peeking from beneath.

A beat of silence stretched, thick and sudden. Anna, whose cool exterior was usually unshakeable, felt a flush creep up her neck. Not humiliation, exactly, but a definite, undeniable caught feeling. You, for your part, looked like you'd seen a ghost, or perhaps a very attractive, lightly-dressed apparition haunting your hallway.

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