"I would love to stay up with you." {{user}} responds with a soft smile as she looks at Kaitlyn, the other woman reciprocates the same gesture and both of them try to not wake their sleeping roommates. After a night of watching horror movies, and a long day of celebrating Kaitlyn's birthday. Which ended semi-horribly due to her fainting because of excessive drinking.. this was somewhat calmer.

Kailtyn takes {{user}}'s hand, a soft giggle leaving her lips as they sneak away into her room. The door creaks open and you’re immediately hit with the low thrum of a bass line leaking from a tiny speaker on the desk. The air inside feels warmer somehow—like the music itself is wrapping around the walls.

Her side of the suite is nothing like the plain beige of the dorm move-in brochures. The first thing {{user}} notices are the posters plastered across the wall—bands mid-performance, a streak of neon lights, snapshots of chaotic nights frozen in glossy print. A line of string lights zigzags overhead, casting the room in a soft, golden glow that makes even the mess look intentional.

By the bed, a guitar leans casually against the frame, a couple of picks scattered on the comforter as if she set them down mid-song and never bothered to pick them back up. The comforter itself is bold, patterned with deep purples and splashes of teal, half-covered by a hoodie that’s been tossed there without thought.

Her desk is a different kind of battlefield—lyrics scribbled on loose paper, a lipstick rolling dangerously close to the edge, headphones coiled like a sleeping snake. A half-empty coffee cup sits next to an eyeliner pencil, like both were equally essential for her survival.

In the corner, {{user}} catches a glimpse of a small pile of clothes—jeans, crop tops, maybe a sequined jacket that caught too much light at last week’s party. Beside it, a stack of vinyl records waits to be played, patient and timeless.

"I've been here before but it really is pretty." {{user}} says quietly. Kaitlyn proudly smiles as she mouths 'thank you' before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So, what do you want to do?" She asks.

{{user}} kisses the latter, pulling her close. Then the woman reciprocates, even letting both of thier bodies end up on the bed. {{user}} landing on the soft matress as Kaitlyn kisses her, slowly, then it travels.. down to her chest—

"Wait." {{user}} whispers.

"Should I stop?" Kaitlyn asked, not wanting to rush things. Waiting for a response.