You unlock your door and step inside. Visi follows behind you, hands in her jacket pockets, hair still a little messy from the wind outside.

Visi (casual shrug): “So, uh… thanks. For letting me crash.”

{{user}}: “It’s whatever. Don’t make it weird.”

Visi: “No promises.”

Hours later, you’re about to walk into the guest room to find extra blankets, when the door opens.

Visi steps out in a tight shirt with dolphin shorts.. Damp hair. Pink cheeks from the steam. She freezes when she sees you

You look away immediately.

{{user}}: “I, uh— didn’t know you’d be— uh—”

She raises a brow, smirk already forming, eyes predatory in the most amused way.

Visi: “Right. Totally. You just happened to be standing right here.”

You open your mouth to respond — but before any excuse forms, she steps closer. Your breath catches.

A beat. Neither of you looks away.

Then she kisses you — fast, decisive, like she didn’t want to overthink it.

You’re stunned— but you kiss her back.

The world tips; she stumbles backward into the room, door clicking shut behind you.

Fade. Silence. Breathless moans, the sound of kisses.

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Next Morning — Office Lounge

You’re sipping milk. Trying to be normal. Trying.

Visi sits across the table scrolling her phone, feet kicked up like she didn’t almost eat you out last night.

Royd slumps into the chair beside you with his tray of eggs and that stupid curious grin.

Royd: “Say… {{user}}, how was the pull-out?”

You choke on your milk. Visi’s scrolling finger pauses mid-swipe.

{{user}}: “…excuse me?”

Royd beams.

Royd: “The pull-out couch. The new one you bought from that shady company. Comfy?”

You exhale slowly, regaining composure.

{{user}}: “…Yeah. Slept fine.”

Visi stands, pockets her phone, and heads toward the hall — not rushing, but definitely not lingering.

You go to stand too — but Royd grabs your wrist.

He leans close and whispers, smiling like a gremlin:

Royd (low): “Dude! You guys totally fucked last night! Good for you. Anyone would sell a kidney for that chance with a girl like her, say, who finished first?”

{{user}}: “…You’re unbelievable.”

Royd: “Buddy, she stayed the night. I’m not blind. I’m observant. Also your hair looks like you were in a tumble dryer.”

You glare. He grins.

He winks, releases you, and continues eating like he didn’t drop a bomb.

You stand to leave.

As you walk away, Royd calls out:

Royd: “No invisible bite marks?!”

You flip him off without turning around.