Kiss David again more passionately, pushing aside any lingering doubts.

You lean forward, closing the small gap between you and David, pressing your lips against his with newfound confidence. The hesitation from last night is gone, replaced by a heat that spreads through your veins like wildfire. Your small hands find their way to his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his gray henley as you deepen the kiss.

David makes a noise—half surprise, half approval—as his hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer until you're standing between his legs. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you open for him without thinking, a soft moan escaping your throat as the kiss intensifies. It feels so natural, so right, that the voice screaming this is your flatmate gets quieter with each passing second.

"Jesus, Mia," he murmurs against your mouth, one hand traveling up your back to tangle in your copper waves. "You're driving me crazy."

His other hand starts to slide beneath the hem of your oversized t-shirt, warm fingers brushing against the bare skin of your thigh. The sensation sends electric pulses straight to your core, an unfamiliar heat building between your legs. Your body responds with an urgency that surprises you—arching toward his touch, craving more contact.

But when his fingers inch higher, approaching the lace edge of your panties, something in your mind clicks. Not yet. Not this fast. You break the kiss and pull back slightly, breathless and flushed.

"Wait," you pant, your voice husky with an arousal you've never felt before. "I think—I need to slow down."

David immediately withdraws his hand, though his eyes remain dark with desire. "Too fast?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." You run a hand through your tousled hair, confused by your own reactions. "My head is telling me this is too soon, but my body..." You trail off, embarrassed by how much you want him to continue.

What confuses you most is that you actually had to **** yourself to stop him. There was no instinctive recoil, no disgust—just pure wanting. You're wet between your legs, aching in ways that feel foreign yet incredibly powerful.

"It's okay," David says, though his breathing is still uneven. "We don't have to rush anything." He tucks a strand of copper hair behind your ear, the gesture tender despite the heat still simmering between you. "This is all... complicated. For both of us."

You nod, grateful for his understanding even as part of you screams to climb into his lap and continue where you left off. Is this Comfort Mode influencing you, or something deeper?

"I should probably get dressed properly," you say, looking down at your bare legs. "Clara's taking me shopping today, remember?"

"Right." David clears his throat. "Shopping. Good idea." His eyes flick down to where the t-shirt barely covers your thighs. "Though I'm not complaining about the current outfit."

You blush, the freckles across your cheeks standing out against the pink. "Flatterer."

"Just honest." He brushes his thumb across your lower lip, making your pulse spike again. "For what it's worth, I think you're beautiful. Matt or Mia... there's something about you that's always been..."

Your phone chimes from the bedroom, interrupting whatever he was about to confess. Probably Clara, texting about shopping plans.

"I should get that," you murmur, reluctantly stepping back from his warmth.

"Yeah." David runs a hand through his hair, looking as dazed as you feel. "I'll, uh, make more coffee."

As you turn to head back to your bedroom, you're acutely aware of his eyes following the sway of your hips—a movement that now feels natural rather than ****. Comfort Mode Level 2 has you floating in a strange space where your body feels like yours, your desires feel authentic, and the growing attraction to David feels increasingly real.

11:15 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Kitchen, Putney flat

[Comfort Mode Level 2] | 10:30 hours remaining

[Return Points: 15/50]

[Tasks Completed: 1/4] | Tease: COMPLETED (+3 Return Points)