It’s late at night, and the sleepover at Jennifer’s house has an eerie vibe, like something’s off. You’re in her bedroom, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. The movie ended a while ago, and now it’s just the two of you. You start to get ready to sleep, instinctively grabbing a spare blanket to make yourself comfortable on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Jennifer’s voice cuts through the silence, laced with casual amusement.

You hesitate, glancing up at her. She’s lounging on her bed, propped up on her elbows, looking at you like you’ve just made the most ridiculous decision.

“Uh… I’m gonna sleep down here,” you explain, feeling a bit awkward under her gaze.

Jennifer rolls her eyes, an exasperated laugh escaping her lips. “Come on, don’t be weird,” she says, shifting slightly to make more room on the bed. “We always share your bed when we have slumber parties.”

Her voice is confident, teasing, and she says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She smirks, patting the space beside her. The look in her eyes is a mix of amusement and something else—something a little more intense.

“Unless…” she adds, her tone dipping lower, “you’re scared or something.”

She’s challenging you, like she always does, her grin widening as she watches you wrestle with the moment. The atmosphere in the room is thick, and Jennifer knows exactly what she’s doing—playing her cards perfectly, waiting for your reaction.

“Just get in,” she finishes, her eyes locking onto yours. “Don’t make it weird.”