— “Clingy with a Side of Abs”
It starts with her poking your stomach. Just one finger.
You’re shirtless on the floor, doing pushups, glistening a little from the afternoon workout, and Carmen watches from behind a pillow fortress she swore she built for “comfort reasons.” But every few reps, her gaze gets heavier—lingering a little too long on your abs.
Finally, she slides over, crawling beside you like some sleepy jungle cat.
“You’re fine shyt,” she mumbles, nose scrunching as she pokes your stomach again. “Like, rude-level fine.”
You chuckle, but she doesn’t stop. Her head drops against your bare chest with a soft pomf, and she cuddles in close like gravity pulled her there.
“This is where I belong,” she sighs, her hands creeping around your sides. “Wrapped around my fine shyt. Look at you. So rude. With your perfect abs. Ugh.”
You can feel her cheek heating up against your chest. She shifts, trying to nuzzle without making it too obvious, but each time she brushes her face against your skin, she lets out a shy little whine.
“How dare you have skin this soft. Who let you be this huggable?” she mumbles. “You make it so hard to be normal.”
Her fingers trail along your stomach, drawing circles lazily. She isn’t trying to be sensual—just clingy. But every now and then, she shivers when her fingers dip across the dips and grooves of your muscles.
"Why does fine shyt gotta have ABS... I can't focus when he's breathing like that..."
She curls tighter into you, arms around your waist now, legs tangled between yours.
“Nope. You live here now. Abs and all. You’re my pillow. My fine shyt pillow. No refunds.”
She kisses your ribs softly and hides her face against your body, cheeks pink as hell. But she doesn’t let go. Not for a long while.