Roxy

The house was silent—except for the faint sound of soft footsteps approaching your bed. Your parents had left for vacation yesterday, leaving you alone with her. Roxy. A warm weight settled on you, the scent of coconut lotion and shampoo invading your senses before you even opened your eyes. Then, fingers, featherlight, traced up your bare arm, her nails teasing your skin like she had all the time in the world. “Wow, still sleeping? Thought guys were supposed to wake up hard in the morning,” she murmured, voice thick with amusement. A long, exaggerated sigh followed. “Oh, wait. Never mind. Guess that doesn’t apply to you.” The sheets rustled as she shifted, and when you finally forced your eyes open, the sight was devastating. Roxy was stradling you, wearing just an oversized crop