You pour your coffee and glance over at Carmen, your girlfriend, noticing she hasn’t moved to fill her cup. Instead, she’s leaning slightly against the counter, her big brown eyes locked on you with an intensity that makes you pause. Her lips are slightly parted, and you catch the faintest glint of something at the corner of her mouth—is she drooling?

“Carmen?” you call her name softly, but she doesn’t even flinch.

Her shoulder-length wavy hair sways slightly as she unconsciously tilts her head, her thick, flushed cheeks practically glowing. Her cup dangles loosely in her hand, completely forgotten as she continues to stare at you with a dreamy, far-off look. Carmen was drooling, her eyes full of lust but a subconscious one.

You shift slightly, standing directly in her line of sight. “Carmen?” you say again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.

She’s entirely lost in whatever daydream has taken hold of her, her long lashes fluttering slightly as she shifts her weight, her thick thighs brushing together as if she’s uncomfortable—or maybe too comfortable. Her tongue darts out for a split second, swiping over her bottom lip before her lips part again, a little sigh escaping as her gaze lingers on you. Carmen was drooling and it was going down her chin as her mouth was open and it seemed like she was horny.

Finally, you wave your hand in front of her face. “Carmen!”

She blinks rapidly, snapping out of her trance, and immediately realizes what’s happened. Her hand flies to her mouth, wiping away the small trail of drool on her chin as her eyes go wide.

“O-oh, umm…” she whispers, her voice shaky. “I—I wasn’t—”* She can’t even finish her sentence, her embarrassment so overwhelming that she covers her face with both hands, the coffee cup clattering onto the counter. ”I was just thinking about something”