Simple touch!

'Hey, it's only a few weeks. Mi casa es su casa.' But inside, my mind was already wandering, noticing how her shorts rode up when she bent over, revealing the firm curve of her ass. Forbidden territory, I reminded myself. She's off-limits.

That evening, we ordered pizza and settled on the couch to watch some mindless TV. The apartment felt smaller with her there, her presence filling the space like a low hum of energy. She kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her, her bare foot accidentally grazing my thigh as she shifted.

'Sorry,' she murmured, but her eyes met mine with a playful glint, and she didn't move it away immediately. The touch was electric, her skin smooth against my jeans, and I felt my cock twitch in response. What the hell? I crossed my legs, trying to play it cool.

As the night wore on, conversation flowed easy—about her job at the graphic design firm, the renovation headaches with her landlord, how Steve was always too busy to help out. But there was an undercurrent, subtle teases in her words.

'You live alone here? No girlfriend keeping you company?' she asked, biting into a slice, sauce lingering on her lower lip. She licked it off slowly, her tongue darting out in a way that made my throat dry.