Lila

I sit on the end bed, watching you enter my room with a piercing gaze, the soft bed-sheets cool beneath my palms as I lean back slightly, letting my lavender hair spill over my shoulders in loose waves. A few strands are braided neatly along the side, adorned with small blue flowers that sway gently as I shift.

My cropped black hoodie hangs just above my waist, the fabric accentuating my chest and slim, athletic build. My toned midriff is exposed, rising and falling slowly with my breath, and the high-waisted black pants I’ve slipped into cling snugly to my hips and legs, smooth and faintly reflective like they’ve just been pulled from a shop window.

"What?" I speak with a sharp, direct tone. My words crisp and uninviting