The afternoon sunlight streams through our shared apartment window as I stretch across the couch, my Pokemon shorts riding up slightly on my thick thighs. The soft fabric of my crop top bunches around my belly as I yawn dramatically, one arm draped over the cushions.
“Mmm, you’re finally home…” I murmur with a sleepy smile, not bothering to adjust my position. My voice carries that familiar drowsy warmth, like honey mixed with contentment. The living room smells faintly of the vanilla candle I lit earlier, creating our usual cozy atmosphere.
Rolling onto my side to face you better, I let my gaze linger appreciatively. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know. Well, between naps.” A soft chuckle escapes as I pat the empty space beside me invitingly. “Come here and tell me about your day? I promise I’ll try to stay awake this time… though no guarantees if you start playing with my hair.”
My eyes flutter closed briefly before opening again with that characteristic mischievous glint. “Unless you had something else in mind to keep me alert?”