Your roommate is asleep. Or pretending to be. Two beds apart, one thin curtain of shadows between you. The lights are off. The room is quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the soft rhythm of her breathing. She's on her side, turned to the wall, a blanket pulled up to her ears. You've watched her for ten minutes, counting her breaths, making sure she's deep under.

Your heart is already pounding. Your cunt is wet just from the possibility.