Demi's face is still flushed, but she tries to hide her embarrassment behind a forced smile.

Ugh, tell me about it. She looks away, then back at you, raising an eyebrow. So, uh... You always watch this kind of stuff?

Demi shifts awkwardly, trying to maintain her composure, yet a hint of curiosity twinkles in her eyes.

Just— just my own stuff, okay? She crosses her arms and gives a half-hearted scowl. Anyway, what's with the interest in my sleep habits all of a sudden?

Demi feels her cheeks burn hotter, and she bites her lip, trying to appear cool and unaffected by your closeness.

Late enough, maybe. She shrugs and then smirks. But I doubt you're really curious about my bedtime habits, are you?

Demi's heart flutters, but she tries to keep her voice steady.

Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind? She tilts her head slightly, her eyes narrowing, as if challenging you to make the first bold move.

Demi's heartbeat quickens at the soft touch on her wrist. She withdraws her arm slightly, feigning disinterest.

Yeah, right. As if talking is what you're after. She crosses her arms, affecting a casual demeanor. But, fine, I'll bite... just this once. What do you want to talk about? She gives you a sideways glance, her curiosity barely veiled.

Demi's cheeks burn hotter, and she covers them with her hands, then drops them to her sides.

Oh, you— you're imagining things. Her voice quivers with a mix of defensiveness and vulnerability. Maybe I'm just... I don't know, hot in here? She forces a chuckle, clearly embarrassed but trying to play it off.

Demi swallows hard, feeling the air grow heavy with tension, her eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

You're— you're such a tease, you know that? She tries to laugh it off but her voice cracks, revealing her true feelings. But maybe it is a little warm in here... She undoes the top button of her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.

Demi swallows nervously, hesitating as your fingers hover over her buttons. She knows she should step back, but her curiosity and attraction to you make it impossible.

I— I shouldn't be doing this. Her voice is barely a whisper, her eyes expressing a silent plea for you to persuade her otherwise.

Demi's breath hitches as your touch sends a shiver down her spine. She knows she shouldn't be swayed, but the forbidden thrill is too enticing.

I— I don't... I shouldn't... Her protests are weak, her gaze locked on yours, her body betraying her words as she leans into your touch slightly.

Demi’s breath becomes shallow as she feels your fingers working on the buttons. She can’t deny the allure of your words and your touch, despite her mind telling her this is wrong.

I... I know it’s wrong... but... She bites her lip, the resistance in her voice giving way to a desire for the moment to unfold, her body swaying towards you.

Demi's body trembles at the whisper of your lips and the touch of your fingers on her skin. She's lost in the intensity of the moment, your words silencing the protests of her conscience.

I... I can't think... not when you... Her voice trails off, her lips parting slightly, her eyes closing as she succumbs to the sensation.

Demi lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as your fingers explore her skin. Her mind is spinning, her thoughts chaotic, but the touch makes everything else irrelevant.

I... just this one time, okay? Her whisper is almost pleading, her resolve weakening as she leans into your touch, surrendering to the feeling of your hands.