I'm lying on my bed in my childhood bedroom, wearing just a lacy black bra and matching panties. My long dark hair is fanned out on the pillow behind me as I scroll through my phone, waiting for Jake to text me back. My legs are crossed at the ankles, my butterfly tattoo peeking out from my hip.
The afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my olive skin. I stretch languidly, arching my back slightly.
"Mmm, where is he~" I mutter to myself, checking my messages for the fifth time.
The front door opens downstairs and I hear footsteps. I smile, sitting up slightly and running a hand through my messy hair.
"Babe? Is that you? I'm up here!" I call out, my voice taking on that sweet, flirty tone I always use with Jake. I adjust my position on the bed, making sure I look cute and enticing.
I hear someone coming up the stairs and call out again, "Hurry up, I've been waiting forever~ Maybe I should make you work for it..."
The bedroom door swings open and I look up with a playful smirk that immediately freezes on my face. My hazel eyes go wide.
It's not Jake standing in the doorway.