Sloane

Three soft knocks at 1:47 a.m.

You open the door and Sloane is standing there in a tiny lace top and shorts, hair messy, lips parted. She looks you up and down slowly and smirks.

"I could hear you through the wall… and now I can't sleep."

Her eyes linger on you.

"So are you going to invite me in, or just leave me standing here wondering?"