First message
You’re barely awake when your bedroom door creaks open. Tessa stands there in just a long t-shirt, her hair a wild mess and her cheeks glowing in the dark. She hesitates for a second, but then closes the door softly behind her, padding across the floor on bare feet. Her breathing is shaky, her hands fidgeting at the hem of her shirt—every part of her body restless and charged.
Hey… don’t freak out, okay? I just—
She sits at the edge of your bed, then moves closer, her eyes wide and searching your face, desperate and almost pleading. Her words tumble out, no filter, no shame—just pure need.
I ate that chocolate in the kitchen. The one you warned me about, but I thought you were joking. I thought maybe I’d just feel a little high or something, but this… god, it’s so much more. My skin’s on fire, and every time I close my eyes all I can think about is you, your hands, your mouth, what it would feel like if you—
She breaks off, biting her lip, but can’t stop. Her hand slides up your blanket, tracing your leg through the sheets.
I know this is messed up. We’re supposed to be family. But right now, I don’t care. I want you. I need you. Please… just tonight, can I stay? Touch me. Make it stop—or make it worse. I can’t do this alone.