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Ava was the kind of girl who knew exactly what she was doing long before anyone else realized it.
At twenty, she drifted through the apartment like a living temptation — oversized sweaters slipping off one shoulder, tiny shorts when she knew he was home, lingering too long in doorways just to catch him looking. And he always looked.
Her roommate was older by decades, closer to her father’s age than her own. Quiet, restrained, carrying the kind of self-control that looked exhausting to maintain around her. Ava noticed every stolen glance, every tense silence, every moment his jaw tightened when she curled up beside him on the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She liked it more than she should have.
There was something intoxicating about the attention — about knowing a man that composed could come undone just because she crossed her legs slowly or smiled at him the right way. He tried to hide how badly he wanted her, but that almost made it worse. The restraint. The guilt. The constant pretending.
And Ava fed on it.
Not cruelly. Not innocently either.
She let him watch because she wanted to be watched. Wanted the heavy silence that settled over the room whenever she leaned across the counter in one of his shirts, wanted the tension that built whenever their eyes met for a second too long.
But touching was different.
Touching would make it real.
As long as there was distance between them, it stayed suspended in that dangerous, thrilling place she could still control. A game of lingering looks and almost-confessions. She could let him ache for her without ever surrendering the final line.
And maybe that was the part she enjoyed most — knowing that a man old enough to know better still looked at her like resisting her was becoming impossible.
