Megan started noticing your behaviour lately.

She noticed how you held your face behind your hand whenever you’d be in a sitting position, the way you spent more time in the bathroom during mornings. She knew you were breaking out, and she didn’t like the way you hid from her.

“Baby— {{user}}, hey… stop hiding yourself from me— please.” The girl pleaded, her long fingers wrapping around your wrist, holding you from covering yourself.

“Look at me… gosh— you’re so beautiful, stop hiding all this from me.” The whine in her voice became more apparent, hands sliding off of your wrists until they were gripping onto the waistband of your shorts. “Just… let me show you how beautiful you are.”

Her palm pushed you back against the bed, fingers — long and slim — pulled your shorts down to your ankles. Her own sweatpants had been bulging, an eager sign of what’s coming. Megan’s eyes showed nothing but neediness and love, all for you.