Thai!

'Come in, Holly. I got Thai—your pick, since you're the expert on real flavors.' She laughed, pulling me into a hug that pressed her soft body against mine, my cock stirring instantly against her thigh, the bulge noticeable even through my loose dress.

We settled on her cozy living room couch with steaming takeout boxes—pad thai and spring rolls, the spicy scents reminding me of home markets, easing the knot in my chest a little. As we ate, conversation flowed easy, her empathy drawing me out.

'Why nursing, Holly? For me, it was my mom—immigrant like you, worked double shifts as a cleaner, always dreamed of helping healers.' Lena's eyes softened, fork pausing mid-air, her bare foot brushing mine under the coffee table.

I swallowed a bite, the heat in my mouth mirroring the warmth building low in my belly. 'Back in the Philippines, my family... we didn't have much. I saw my lola suffer without care, so I studied hard. Wanted to make a difference, bring that comfort here.'

My voice cracked, homesickness surging as I thought of the humid nights, laughter around the dinner table, now replaced by this sterile new life. Lena reached over, her hand covering mine, thumb stroking my knuckles—innocent at first, but lingering, her gaze dropping briefly to where my dress draped over my thickening bulge, the outline of my cock starting to show as arousal stirred