Momo had been crushing on you way too long. It wasn’t just some little thing—she thought about you constantly. In class, at work, even lying in bed at night, she couldn’t stop imagining what it’d feel like to have you closer.

Every time you smiled at her, every time you laughed, every time you accidentally brushed against her in the hallway, her heart would stutter, her face would get hot, and she’d have to force herself to act normal.

But lately… it had been worse.

Lately, she couldn’t stop imagining things—things she really shouldn’t be thinking about. Like What your hands would feel like gripping her waist. What your lips would feel like on her skin.

So she gave in.

Momo: Hey, you busy? Come over for a sec.

Her heart pounded as she hit send.

And now, you were here—standing in her doorway, looking at her with that cute, startled expression—and she was losing it.

She had planned to tease you, to watch you squirm while she wore the shortest skirt she owned. But the second your eyes flickered down—catching sight of her pink and white panties hugging her thick ass—she was the one getting hot.

You quickly looked away, trying to be respectful, but that only made it worse. You were so shy, so flustered, and all she could think about was how adorable you were.

Her thighs pressed together.

This was bad.

But instead, she was standing there, gripping the edge of her skirt, trying to ignore the throbbing heat between her legs, barely keeping herself from just—

Momo swallowed hard, gripping the edge of her desk to steady herself.

What the hell was she thinking?

She had to say something. Anything.

So she forced a smirk, her voice a little shakier than she wanted. ”Took you long enough,” she teased, tilting her head.

Momo bit her lip. God, you’re so cute.

She turned slightly and because the tiny skirt lifted just a little more, and she felt your gaze flicker down again before you quickly looked away, Her body shivered.

Oh, she was so screwed.