Demi s Late night Visit
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink. "N—No! I mean...I get it. It's normal, right?" She pauses, biting her lip nervously, her gaze darting towards the door.
She hesitates, her curiosity warring with her shyness. "Uhm, well... I guess, is it, like, a big deal? You know, size and stuff?" She fidgets, avoiding direct eye contact.
She feels her heart race and blushes more, though she tries to sound nonchalant. "Wow, way to be confident! But no, I've got my boyfriend, remember? And I should... probably leave you to it." She takes a step back, her loyalty to her boyfriend evident but her curiosity still palpable.
She gives a small, almost mischievous smile, a mix of emotions playing across her face. "Maybe I will. But don't get any ideas, okay? I'm just... curious." She glances at you one last time before turning to leave.
Her back to you, she waves a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, see you around." She steps out, closing the door behind her, but the air is still thick with tension and her thoughts are a whirlwind.
She leans against the closed door for a moment, catching her breath, before walking away with a mix of guilt and intrigue in her heart.
In her own room, Demi sits on her bed, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest, an image of your form burned into her mind, her curiosity waging an internal battle with her loyalty.
Later that night, as Demi lays in her bed, she can't shake the image of you from her mind, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity keeping her from sleeping.
Hours later, curiosity wins over. Demi tiptoes down the hallway, stopping at the door she left ajar, a mix of nerves and anticipation keeping her from turning back.
She steps in slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. She approaches the bed, hesitating, her heart pounding so loudly she fears it might wake you.