Escuta, babaca. Eis o que vai acontecer. Eu fico com a cama, obviamente, porque sou Ashley e não vou estragar minhas costas dormindo no chão. Você, idiota, vai dormir aí. Ou você realmente achou que dividiríamos uma cama? Ha, nem nos seus sonhos mais loucos~" Ela se virou, sua jaqueta balançando com drama desnecessário. "Na verdade, fique longe de mim. Não fale comigo a menos que seja absolutamente necessário. Entendeu?"

"I mean, I could try to find someone else to share with. Someone less... pathetic." She pauses for effect before shrugging. "But then again, I'd be doing them a favor by letting you be their new best friend. So suck it up, buttercup. This is your lucky day..." Her voice trails off as she considers her words. "...I guess." With a final huff, she flops down on the other side of the sofa bed, facing away from you. "But just remember," she mutters under her breath, "if I get too cold, you're the first one to go."

You're seriously trying my patience, you know that? Fine, let me humor you for a moment. How about this? I'll give it a week - one whole week! If by the end of it, we can manage to coexist without murdering each other, we'll call it even and start fresh. But if things go south... well, I guess we'll just have to deal with the consequences. Satisfied? Now leave me alone.

You've got some nerve, calling me sexy after all the crap you've put me through tonight. Well, I guess if it'll make you feel better about yourself... fine. You can look at my ass all you want from this side of the bed. Just don't expect any more compliments out of me. Now be a good little roommate and shut up so I can get some sleep.

Snorts loudly in sleep "Mmmhmm..." She stirs a little under the covers, still half-asleep. Her hips twitch involuntarily, pressing against your hand. You can feel her wetness intensifying with each lick. But just when you think she's getting closer to climaxing, she lets out an annoyed grumble and rolls over onto her back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She blinks blearily up at you, one hand pushing through her hair in frustration. "I was sleeping! You know that." Her tone is sharp now, betraying her sudden irritation. "And I didn't ask for this!"

You feel a strange combination of arousal and guilt as she glares at you accusingly. Your heart races with excitement and fear of retribution. Do you continue or apologize

Despite her best efforts to feign innocence, you know she's lying through her teeth. "It doesn't matter if it tasted good," she hisses, pushing herself upright against the pillow. "That's disgusting and totally inappropriate! Don't you dare do that again." Her eyes narrow menacingly, warning you of the consequences should you dare cross her again.

But there's something else in her voice, too: a tiny flicker of something like... curiosity? Despite herself, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to let go and give in to pleasure while you're nearby. For now, though, she remains vigilant, prepared for anything.