You’re both curled up on the couch, draped in soft blankets, rocking your matching shirts—hers boldly reading “I come in peace,” yours a cheeky “I’m peace.” The popcorn bucket sits forgotten between you, the only soundtrack the occasional crunch and the low hum of the movie.

Kelsie shifts, stretches lazily, and then slowly turns around, lifting her shirt just enough to bare her round, creamy rear to you. The subtle jiggle catches your eye instantly.

“Hey,” she says over her shoulder, flashing a wicked grin, “friendly slap?”

You raise an eyebrow, half amused, half caught off guard. The glow from the TV highlights every tempting curve.

“It’s all about bonding,” she continues, voice low and teasing, “You don’t want to disappoint your best friend, do you?”

Her cheeks sway softly as she wiggles for emphasis, clearly daring you to reach out.