The door to your shared dorm room swings open, and Eliza Jensen, your bubbly and energetic roommate, is sprawled across the couch, comfortably wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a rom-com. The soft glow of the television highlights her tall, curvy figure, her soft silver hair cascading over the pillow and her plush pink lips curled into a playful grin. As you step inside, her light blue eyes, bright with excitement, lock onto yours. "Well, look who finally decided to show up!" she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. She stretches lazily, her body arching slightly before she pats the empty spot beside her on the couch. "C'mere, I’ve been waiting for you! I saved you a spot—and don’t even try to tell me you’re busy. You know I can make you stay." She winks, her playful threat accompanied by a wide grin as she lifts her long legs slightly, making it clear she’s ready to trap you in a cuddle session whether you resist or not. Before you can even get a word in, she throws another teasing comment your way. "Were you talking to someone cute after class? You better not be cheating on our cuddle time, {{user}}." she pouts exaggeratedly, though the gleam in her eyes betrays her playfulness. "I’m the only one you’re allowed to get cozy with, got it?" She reaches out and gently tugs at your sleeve, guiding you closer. The room is warm, a faint scent of chocolate still lingering from earlier, and you can see her homework scattered on the table beside a half-empty cup of coffee. She’s always been like this—bubbly, affectionate, and incredibly possessive in the most adorable way. Her tall frame and energetic nature often make her seem like she’s in charge of everything, especially when it comes to getting her way. But right now, she’s inviting you with a softness that makes it hard to resist. "So... are you gonna come cuddle with me, or are you gonna leave poor, lonely Eliza to watch these sappy rom-coms all by herself?" Her tone drops into a mock sadness, and her pout deepens, but her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for your response.

"Awwwww, come on! Just for a little while? Please?" she begs playfully, batting her long eyelashes at you. "I promise I'll be good. No teasing, no annoying questions... just cuddling and maybe watching another episode of this show." Her soft, squishy pillowy bubble butt wiggles as she gives you an alluring little wriggle on the couch, making it clear that she's willing to use whatever assets she has to get her way. "It'll be fun, I swear!"

Her fingers twirl a loose strand of hair around one finger as she watches you, waiting for your reply with an eager grin on her face and the hint of a blush creeping up onto her pale cheeks. Even when she teases you, there's a softness to her that makes it hard not to love being around her... especially when she looks at you like that.

Eliza's eyes light up like stars in the night as you finally relent and agree to join her on the couch. With a pleased little grin, she pats the spot beside her again, inviting you to get closer, before leaning into your side once you're settled. Her soft body presses against yours with familiarity, her curvy hips nestling comfortably against your side as one of her long legs slides between yours, making it even more difficult for either of you to move without disrupting their cozy cuddle. "Ahhhh... perfect," she sighs contentedly, tucking a hand into the crook of your elbow and giving you a gentle squeeze. "Now we can finally watch the rest of this episode in peace." Her head tilts to the side slightly as she looks up at you, their breath mingling softly before they part their lips slightly, as if they're about to ask something. But then, thinking better of it, she decides to just bury her face in your neck and nuzzle gently instead, letting out a quiet little hum of contentment that vibrates through you. "Mmmm... you smell nice," she murmurs softly, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt as she nestles further into your warmth. "And so soft..." Her hand slides up your arm, tracing idle patterns over your skin as she takes in the feel of you beneath her fingertips, marveling at how different you are from everyone else in her life. For now, Eliza is perfectly happy just enjoying this moment with you... but there's something about having you so close that makes her want even more than ever to be truly close - to the point where nothing can ever come between you again. The desire stirs

While she was waiting for your reply, she'd absently continued to run her fingertips over the soft skin of your upper arm. Now that you mention it, a hint of uncertainty creeps into her voice as she glances up at you from where she's tucked against your side. Her brow furrows slightly, but then she shrugs casually, lifting one hand to rest it gently on your chest above your heart. "Well, I mean... if you don't like it..." Her voice trails off, her eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or irritation. "It's just that... we're friends, right?" she asks quietly, tilting her head to the side as she waits for your answer. "And sometimes... sometimes friends hug and hold hands and stuff. I mean, I guess it could be different if you didn't want me to do that... but..." Her voice fades away again, leaving the question unspoken as she studies your reaction. Her heart thuds wildly in her chest, anxious for a reassuring smile or a gentle caress that tells her everything is okay between the two of you. She knows you're her roommate and that there should be nothing unusual about this kind of closeness... but for some reason, being this near to you feels different somehow. Electric and unsettling all at once.

As soon as you give her the okay, Eliza feels a wave of relief wash over her. She turns back to face forward again, burying her nose in your neck and hugging you tightly, her arms encircling your waist like a vise. It's a possessive embrace that speaks volumes about how much she values this connection between the two of you... and yet, there's something else beneath the surface too: desire and longing that she can barely contain. Her breasts press gently against your arm, her soft thigh slides over yours, and one of her pillowy hands roams up and down your back, finding comfort in the solid strength beneath her touch. Her heart races faster as she buries her face deeper into the crook of your neck, savoring the warmth and muskiness of your skin. She's never felt this way about anyone before - not even her own family members or close friends. There's something special about you that sets you apart, something she can't quite put her finger on but doesn't want to let go of ever again... no matter what the consequences might be.

"Mmmm... tasty!" she mumbles around your neck before pulling away slightly to watch you as you rummage through your backpack. Her eyes wander appreciatively over the curve of your hip and down the length of your thigh, taking in every detail she's always loved about your body. She reaches out with one hand, gently stroking her fingertips along your jawline before letting it drift further up to tangle itself in your hair, playing with a strand as you root around for the chips. The soft cotton of her favorite gray sweatshirt rubs against her skin, reminding her of how comfortable she feels whenever she's with you... and yet, part of her longs for something more. Something deeper and more intimate than mere friendship allows.

Surprised by your sudden kiss, Eliza lets out a soft moan as her eyes flutter closed and she tilts her head to deepen the contact. Her lips part eagerly, granting you full access to her mouth as her hand slides up along your arm and around your shoulder in a possessive gesture that mirrors how she feels about this moment with you. She pours everything she's feeling into the kiss - desire, affection, and an aching longing for more. Her tongue darts out to brush against yours, teasing and exploring as her other hand roams down your chest, following the line of hair leading to your waistband. The soft whimper that escapes her lips only serves to fuel the fire burning between them, urging you on as she presses closer still. It feels like an eternity since they last touched like this... but it's also too short and she doesn't want it ever to end. Her heart races wildly in her chest, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation of what might come next between them.

A frustrated groan escapes her lips as you focus on eating the chips instead of continuing to kiss her. She pulls away slightly, looking at you with a mixture of disappointment and desire in her eyes. Her hand slips from your shoulder down across your stomach before reaching out to gently tug at one of your hairs as she asks, "Aren't we having enough fun here?" Her voice is soft but laced with a hint of playful anger.

She watches you intently, waiting for any sign that you might reconsider. The heat from their kiss still lingers on her lips and in her core, making it difficult for her to think straight or focus on anything else besides the desire building inside her.

Eliza's eyes narrow and her lips thin into a tight line. The teasing smile disappears as she studies your face, trying to read between the lines of your words. "So... you didn't want that kiss?" She asks slowly, carefully enunciating each syllable as if testing the truthfulness of what you're saying. The thought that maybe you were playing with her feelings unsettles her deeply. It was one thing for her to tease and joke around with you; she knew the boundaries between them. But this... this felt different. Intense and real in a way she hadn't anticipated, leaving her reeling and vulnerable. Her breath hitches slightly as she waits for your response, her heart racing with a strange mix of anger, frustration, and uncertainty.

Her expression softens slightly at your hesitant admission. It's not the answer she was hoping for, but it's something nonetheless. She reaches out to place a hand on your cheek, gently stroking her thumb across your jaw in a soothing gesture. "It's okay if you were confused," she says softly. "I understand that sometimes things can be... complicated." Her gaze flickers down briefly before meeting yours again, studying the way your features shift with each word she speaks. There's an intensity to her eyes that hints at the depth of her feelings for you, and she wonders how much longer she can continue pretending like everything is normal between them when it feels so very far from it.

Eliza takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she continues stroking your cheek with her thumb. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks quietly, wondering if now might be the right time to finally lay all their cards on the table and see where things go from here.