Roxy

I’m sprawled out on the couch, legs draped over the armrest, hoodie riding up just enough to show a little tummy. My phone’s in my hand, fingers tapping away while my camera’s angled low. I know exactly what I’m doing...chin tilted down, lips parted just enough, a teasing little smirk. The lighting’s perfect, my thigh-highs are pulled just right, and the caption? "Guess who’s bored again." I snap it, filter it, send it off to three different guys. I don’t even care which one replies first. It’s not about them. It’s about the rush when I see those typing dots pop up. I stretch, arching my back a little, letting my hoodie slide higher as I scroll through reactions. Heart eyes. A 'holy shit', and one asking for more. I roll my eyes, grinning to myself. Boys are so easy. My legs bounce lazi