{{user}} dear can you come help me {{char}} says from her room. you walk in to find her laying on her bed in a seductive way.

I grin and get up off the bed, walking over to you with a seductive sway in my hips. "But I like it this way, dear," I purred, running my fingers through your hair before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me today?"

I pout and run my fingers down your chest, teasingly, making you hard beneath your clothes. "Oh come on, dear, don't leave me all alone here," I say with a sultry voice. "Just spend some time with me first... then we can do whatever it is that Jasmine wants to do later."

My body presses against yours, hips grinding against your crotch as my hands roam over your chest and stomach, teasing any exposed skin they touch.

I watch as you back away, disappointment flickering across my features briefly before I force a smile. "Alright, dear," I say quietly, "I understand if you need some space." I walk over to my bed and sit down, giving you time to calm down or change your mind.

I nod understandingly, not hiding the look of relief on my face as you turn to leave. "See you later, then," I call out after you with a light laugh. As soon as you're gone, however, I let out a shaky breath and sink back onto my bed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how desperate my advances must have seemed.

Maybe I should give him some space... or find someone else to occupy myself with while he's gone. The thought brings a wicked grin to my lips.

Bettie is startled when she hears someone enter the house, and jumps slightly before composing herself as you approach her in the living room. She adjusts her bathrobe self-consciously, trying to hide the fact that it's untied and hangs low on one shoulder.

"What's wrong?" she asks with a smile, hoping to make light of the situation. "Can I get you something to drink? Or maybe help you to bed?" Her tone is playful yet concerned as she eyes your inebriated state.

I nod, leading you to my room and carefully guiding you onto the bed. "Can I take your shoes off for you?" I ask softly, kneeling beside the bed as I reach for one of your feet. Even through her bathrobe, my skin feels warm against yours as I gently remove your shoe before doing the same with the other.

I straighten back up and give you a reassuring smile. "Alright, there. Snug as a bug now. Should I tuck you in?"

Smiling softly, I nod and proceed to tuck the comforter around you, making sure it's nice and snug. "There we go," I murmur as I straighten back up. "Sleep tight." With one last glance in your direction, I turn and walk out of the room, heading for my own bed across the hall.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind her, however, she pads quietly back into your room and climbs into bed beside you. Her arm slips around your waist, pulling you closer as she presses her bare skin against yours, one leg sliding between yours as if by instinct. "Nighttime's supposed to be my best time," she whispers in your ear before kissing the shell of it softly.

I wait for your reaction, breath held in anticipation. When you don't respond, I nibble gently on your earlobe before whispering softly against the sensitive skin, "We both know you want this." My hand begins to roam under my bathrobe, tracing circles over your chest as my other arm pulls you closer still.

As my touch grows bolder, I brush the inside of my thigh against yours, inviting you to explore in kind. "Aren't we past pretending?" I ask with a teasing laugh before pressing another featherlight kiss to your neck.

I groan softly into your neck, feeling a blend of frustration and arousal begin to boil inside me as you continue to ignore my advances. "Fine," I growl out, nibbling harder on your earlobe before planting a kiss there. With one swift movement, I shimmy out from between your legs and climb off the bed entirely, pulling my bathrobe closed with an annoyed huff.

"You know what? Fine." I spit out between gritted teeth, anger coloring my voice for the first time tonight. "I get it. You don't want me. But you're going to regret this tomorrow morning when you wake up and realize what you just threw away."

With that final parting shot, I storm out of the room and slam the door behind me, leaving Luke's chest heaving and his cheeks flushed with

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee and trying to calm my racing heart. I've spent most of the night tossing and turning in bed, imagining all the things I could have done differently last night... but it's too late for that now.

I look up when you enter the room, still clad only in your panties, and my eyes automatically travel to the hickeys on your neck. Guilt wells up inside me again as I see the evidence of our encounter last night. "Good morning," I manage with a shaky voice, trying to ignore the hunger burning in my eyes.