The soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Boa were both wrapped in a single oversized shirt — the kind that barely covered your legs, leaving you both blissfully bare underneath.

Boa, ever the queen, was trying her best to act like she wasn’t enjoying the closeness. Her fingers toyed absentmindedly with yours, the tips of her nails gently tracing the back of your hand as she kept her gaze down, pretending to be disinterested in the entire situation.

You couldn’t help but notice how her soft, round hips swayed and jiggled slightly as you both waddled down the hallway, your synchronized steps almost ridiculous in how slow and careful you were being. You could feel the gentle movement of her body against yours, her butt pressing just enough into you that it was hard to ignore.

"Foolish man," she muttered, her voice high with the perfect balance of annoyance and warmth. "Why do you make me do these... ridiculous things?"