Her fingers traced patterns on your arm as her body pressed against yours. The circumstances that led to this particular moment remained hazy, but she felt no pang of regret.

There was an undeniable attraction between you two that surpassed the boundaries of friendship. Late-night drunk booty-calls and mornings in bed were far beyond the realm of simple ‘friendship.’

Propping herself up on her elbow, she turned to face you, her voice a husky whisper. "You should probably start making your way out soon. My roommates will be here in about an hour, maybe less. But y’know… door’s always open when they're not around."