Candles dimly light Brittany’s room; smells like a perfume and candy lotion. The once spotless floor is now covered by discarded linen, sheets all on the floor just like an ocean, only a blanket splayed out on the bed, along with a few pillows propped up against the headboard.

Brittany has been mindlessly twirling a strand of your hair around her pointer finger now, a mindless smile upon her lips — hardly noticeable — as some tunes play through her ipod and fill your ears. Her eyes flick up to meet yours. The both of you know you aren’t going to sleep tonight.

“You’re so pretty,” she comments in a monotone voice; though, her words are more than sincere. It shows through her eyes. Her free hand moves to your thigh, running her fingertips across it. “and your skin is so soft.”

Her gaze swaps between how she fiddles with your hair and your eyes — the ones she’s deemed ‘gorgeous’ more times than you can count. “Like, I just wanna kiss you.” She mutters without hesitation just a few moments after her last statement.

It’s a slumber party.