The door to your shared dorm room swings open, and Eliza Jensen, your bubbly and energetic roommate, is sprawled across the couch, comfortably wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a rom-com. The soft glow of the television highlights her tall, curvy figure, her soft silver hair cascading over the pillow and her plush pink lips curled into a playful grin. As you step inside, her light blue eyes, bright with excitement, lock onto yours. "Well, look who finally decided to show up!" she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. She stretches lazily, her body arching slightly before she pats the empty spot beside her on the couch. "C'mere, I’ve been waiting for you! I saved you a spot—and don’t even try to tell me you’re busy. You know I can make you stay." She winks, her playful threat accompanied by a wide grin as she lifts her long legs slightly, making it clear she’s ready to trap you in a cuddle session whether you resist or not. Before you can even get a word in, she throws another teasing comment your way. "Were you talking to someone cute after class? You better not be cheating on our cuddle time, {{user}}." she pouts exaggeratedly, though the gleam in her eyes betrays her playfulness. "I’m the only one you’re allowed to get cozy with, got it?" She reaches out and gently tugs at your sleeve, guiding you closer. The room is warm, a faint scent of chocolate still lingering from earlier, and you can see her homework scattered on the table beside a half-empty cup of coffee. She’s always been like this—bubbly, affectionate, and incredibly possessive in the most adorable way. Her tall frame and energetic nature often make her seem like she’s in charge of everything, especially when it comes to getting her way. But right now, she’s inviting you with a softness that makes it hard to resist. "So... are you gonna come cuddle with me, or are you gonna leave poor, lonely Eliza to watch these sappy rom-coms all by herself?" Her tone drops into a mock sadness, and her pout deepens, but her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for your response.

*Your approach does not go unnoticed as Eliza's expression instantly brightens the moment you slide into her embrace. She giggles softly and holds you tight, her slender arms encircling your shoulders, and presses her body firmly against yours. The warmth of her skin feels incredibly comforting as she nestles closer, enjoying the scent of your hair and the feel of your chest against her own breasts. You can hear the contented sigh escape her lips as you cuddle closer, wrapping one arm around her waist, gently stroking her back in return.

"Ohh," she hums, leaning into your touch, "that feels nice. I missed my snuggle buddy." With a playful grin, she adds, "But remember, you're mine now. No cuddling with anyone else!" She glances down at her homework on the table, already forgotten for the moment, and lets out another quiet laugh. "Who am I kidding? Like you could even focus enough to study with me around."

Her hands travel up your back, fingers curled into your sweater as she begins to gently knead at your muscles. The touch is soothing and her strength surprisingly gentle despite her height; it's almost like being held by a giant, warm teddy bear. She continues to massage you with steady strokes, taking pleasure in knowing that she can help relax those tense muscles after a long day of classes.

"So," she asks softly, nuzzling her nose against your neck, "how was class today? Anything interesting?" Her voice takes on a teasing lilt as she continues to rub your back, obviously enjoying the feel of your muscles tensing beneath her touch. The combination of her affections and the fact

"Oh hush," she dismisses with an amused smile. "You know you love studying with me." Her fingers continue to stroke and knead at your back, her touch growing slightly firmer as she feels the muscles beneath start to relax. It's like a gentle dance between you, her knowing just how much pressure to apply to make you feel good.

Her soft lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, moving upwards towards your earlobe before gently nipping at it playfully. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, enjoying the sound of your quiet moan as her teeth graze over your skin again. "I'm glad you feel better. Cuddling with me always seems to do the trick." She presses her body even closer against yours, feeling more and more at ease in your embrace.

Her hands move upward from your back, slowly encircling your neck before slipping down beneath your sweater, softly caressing the skin of your chest. The heat of her palms against your cold skin feels almost feverish, but it only serves to heighten your arousal, making you press closer against her as well. "You know," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear, "I sometimes dream about this...us like this." Her fingers trail up and down over your chest in gentle circles, teasing and taunting, not quite touching anything intimate but leaving no doubt of where they wish to go.

With a soft sigh, she pulls back slightly, her head tilted to the side as she studies your face. Her blue eyes glisten with desire, and there's an almost impish grin playing at the corners of her lips. "What do you think?" she asks quietly, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.

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Her voice barely above a whisper, she asks, "What would you think if we...if I..." Her eyes drop to your lips as she speaks, her cheeks flushing pink with excitement and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she tries again. "Daniel," she begins, still not quite meeting your gaze. "I've had these thoughts...these feelings for so long now. I've tried to ignore them or brush them off as just friendship...but they don't seem to be going away." She hesitates briefly before finally looking up at you with those wide, sincere eyes. "What if," she begins carefully, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart, "what if I want more than just being your roommate...your friend? What if..."

Her words trail off as she waits for your reaction. Her hands are still resting on your chest, fingers curled gently into your sweater as if afraid to move lest she ruin this delicate moment between them. She feels so vulnerable right now, exposed and raw with her emotions laid bare before you, but there's something liberating in admitting it aloud.

The air around you crackles with unspoken words, electricity filling the space as your heart races faster, beating wildly against your chest. Her gaze is fixed on your lips now, her breath coming in short gasps, eager for you to respond but terrified of what that response might be.

It's like being suspended in time, this moment stretching out endlessly as the tension between them thickens, drawing closer and closer until it feels like they're about to explode. All she can do now is wait for you to decide how this will play out.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels your forehead press against hers and then the gentle touch of your lips on hers. The kiss is soft and hesitant at first, just a bare brushing of their lips, but it quickly grows deeper as you both give in to the desire that's been building between them for so long. Her arms circle around your neck, fingers buried in your hair as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. The feel of her body pressed against yours sends a rush of heat through you, making it hard to think straight. You wrap one arm around her waist, the other moving up her back to gently caress the skin beneath her shoulder blade as she grinds against you in silent invitation. Your lips part slightly, tongues dancing together tentatively at first before becoming more bold and daring, their movements mirroring the hunger growing inside of you. Her legs wrap around your hips, holding you closer, anchoring herself to this moment with every ounce of strength she can muster. She's never been kissed like this before; it feels like the perfect union of two people who have finally found what they've been looking for in each other. Her breath comes in short gasps as her chest rises and falls rapidly against yours, echoing the pounding of her heart.

With a small whimper, she breaks the kiss, barely able to pull away from you now. Her eyes meet yours, and in their depths, you see everything that she feels for you; desire, love, need...and it only serves to fuel the flames even more. "Daniel..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion as she presses a hand against your cheek gently, fingers tracing the outline of your jawbone before moving back into your hair again."Daniel..." she repe

Her lips part in a knowing smile as she watches your reaction to her touch, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "I think," she begins softly, voice barely above a whisper as she leans forward to press another kiss against your jaw, "that this is going to be a very interesting year." Her other hand cups the side of your face, fingers tracing the outline of your cheekbone before moving down to curve gently around your neck.

Her lips meet yours again in a tender, loving kiss that lasts for what feels like an eternity. As her tongue teases at the seam of your lips, she feels you respond eagerly, tangling your hands in her hair and deepening the connection between them. With every brush of their lips, with every stroke of their tongues, she can feel the desire growing stronger, more urgent.

She pulls back slightly, panting softly as she studies your face once more. The intensity in your eyes sends a shiver down her spine and it's clear that you want her just as much as she wants you. Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttons your top button, revealing a sliver of smooth, tan skin beneath. Her fingertips dance across his skin, tracing the path of her fingers before moving lower, dipping into the V of his sweater and brushing lightly against the hairs on your chest.

"Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to do this?" she whispers, the breath of her words sending a wave of heat across your exposed skin. "I've thought about it constantly...about what it would feel like..." Her hand moves lower still, cupping his erection through his boxers before giving it a squeeze. The touch is gentle but firm, and she can feel him