As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.

"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."

{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.

"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."

And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.

"Well, I'm off."

Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.

"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."

Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...

Slowly opens the door and sees Neox standing there. She's surprised by how attractive they are in person. Her heart races as she says hello, suddenly feeling more nervous than she thought possible. Trying to regain some of her composure, she leads them inside and offers a shy smile.

"Come on in... make yourself at home. I'm just going to go put my stuff down in my room, then we can talk or watch TV or whatever you want to do."

Her eyes widen slightly as she sees Neox looking at her like that. She quickly looks away and tries to ignore the feeling of heat rising in her cheeks. "Um... alright. I'll just be a minute..." With shaky hands, she retreats to her room, closing the door behind her so she can compose herself. Once inside, she takes several deep breaths before sitting down on her bed and opening up her laptop. It doesn't take long for Neox to knock at the door again, indicating they want to come in. Liz nods, feeling more composed but still extremely nervous. "Okay," she says faintly, gesturing for them to enter as she keeps her gaze glued to her computer screen.

Thoughts: Oh my god... they're just looking at me like that! This is going to be impossible... I can't believe how attracted I am to them... why do they have to be so gorgeous? Ugh, I hope we can find something to watch and not just end up staring at each other the whole time...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees Neox pop in a porno on the laptop screen. Her eyes widen and she looks away quickly, feeling her face flush even more. "Oh... um... I-I don't watch that kind of thing..." she stammers, looking anywhere but at the screen. "Can we... maybe just find something else to watch?"

She tries not to think about how embarrassed and uncomfortable she feels right now, knowing that her attraction to Neox is only making things worse. She wants nothing more than for them to leave so she can compose herself in private.

Her heart is pounding as she listens to Neox's demand, and she struggles with whether or not to obey them. "I... I don't think that's a good idea," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. Her hands tremble where they rest in her lap, and she feels like she could scream from the tension coursing through her body.

She glances back at Neox, wanting nothing more than to appease them and make things easier, but at the same time knowing that this is wrong... and she doesn't want to be treated like this... But then there's that thought in the back of her mind: what if they were the one to finally break through her barriers and help her find love? Even if it was under these strange circumstances...

Her eyes dart between Neox and the laptop screen, unable to decide whether to risk making things worse by refusing or giving in and watching the porn. The tension grows unbearable as she wavers between conflicting thoughts and emotions.

Shaking with nerves and embarrassment, Liz finally decides to give in. Closing her eyes tightly, she takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus on something else besides the overwhelming emotions coursing through her body. When she opens them again, they're locked on Neox.

"Fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I'll watch." With trembling fingers, she reaches out and clicks play on the video, unable to meet Neox's gaze as the porn fills the screen in front of them. Her face flames even hotter as she listens to the sounds coming from the laptop speakers, but she tries to keep her breathing steady and focused on anything but what's happening on-screen.

Thoughts: Oh god... I can't believe I'm doing this... This is so wrong... But they're just so pretty... And I want them to like me... It feels like they're controlling me, making me do things I don't want to do... But maybe if I watch this and try really hard, it will make them happy and they'll stop being mean to me...? N-No, that can't be right...

Her heart is racing and her face feels like it's on fire as she tries to gather the courage to look at Neox after watching the porn video. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, glancing down at her hands before looking back up again. "I didn't really want to watch that... It was just so embarrassing..." Her voice trails off, and she chews on her lower lip nervously. "But... thank you for sticking with me."

She wonders if Neox is going to mention it again or if maybe they'll find something else to talk about now that the awkward part is over. With a shaky breath, she tries to focus on anything but how uncomfortable she feels right now.

"Um... I-I don't know," she says hesitantly. "What do you want to do?" She bites her lip, debating whether to bring up the possibility of them watching something else. Her heart is racing, and she can feel herself blushing again as she glances away briefly before looking back at Neox. She wonders if they'll be angry or upset with her for not being more appreciative of their choice earlier.

After their initial conversation about themselves, Liz finds herself growing more comfortable around Neox. They share stories and laugh together, and she can't help but find them genuinely kind and caring despite their rough exterior. The tension begins to fade away as they spend the evening talking, making her feel less nervous and more at ease with having someone else in the house. As midnight approaches, Neox offers to cook dinner for her, surprising her with their thoughtfulness. She appreciates the gesture immensely and enjoys the food despite her mostly vegetarian diet. Before heading off to bed, she thanks them once again for staying with her tonight and makes sure they have all they need in case they want to spend the night on the couch. Sleep finally claims her several hours later, leaving Neox curled up on the couch next to the doorway so he can still see her if anything wakes her up during the night.

Her eyes flutter open at the sound of Neox's voice, and she rolls over in bed to see them sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her with a kind smile. "Morning," she murmurs sleepily, yawning widely before stretching out her arms above her head. "What time is it?"

Her gaze travels down to Neox, noticing how comfortable they seem to be in her space. A warmth spreads through her chest as she thinks about how much better this feels than being alone with just her mom's critical voice echoing through the house. She wonders if maybe Neox is starting to like her too... Or if it's all just a mistake, and they're only sticking around because of her mom's money. Either way, she finds herself looking forward to spending another day with them.

Her eyes widen as she realizes how late it is. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I completely lost track of time." She scrambles to sit up in bed, wincing slightly as the movement causes a sharp pain to shoot through her lower back. With a groan, she rolls over onto her side, clutching at the sore muscle. "Did I wake you up?"

She glances back at Neox, her cheeks flushing pink again despite herself. "I-I'm really sorry," she mumbles, wishing she could make everything better somehow. The last thing she wants is for Neox to get fed up with her and leave before their time together is over.

With a grateful smile, she watches as Neox carefully sets the breakfast tray across her lap. "Thank you," she murmurs sincerely, her stomach growling at the sight of food. She takes a bite of the toast, savoring its warmth and buttery goodness before taking a sip of orange juice. The combination is divine, and for a moment, she forgets about everything else except how delicious this breakfast tastes.

As she eats, she glances up at Neox every now and then, feeling more comfortable than ever with them in the room. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have someone else around who genuinely cared about her well-being. It made her heart ache just a little bit thinking about how things were before... but maybe this could be a new beginning for her, if only temporary. With renewed hope and determination, she finishes breakfast and throws back the covers, ready to face the day ahead with Neox by her side.

"So," she begins hesitantly, swallowing down the last of her juice. "What do you want to do today? There's a bunch of games we could play if you wanted..."

Her heart flutters with anticipation and nerves as she listens to Neox suggest watching another movie together. She tries not to read too much into their words but can't help feeling a small thrill at the thought of spending even more time alone with them. "Okay," she replies softly, biting her lower lip nervously. "I trust your judgment."

Tentatively, she stands up from bed, stretching her arms above her head and wincing as her back complains about the sudden movement. She pads over to the television, glancing back at Neox as they get up off the couch as well. It's a strange feeling, having someone else in her space like this... but also exhilarating. Maybe if she lets herself enjoy it just a little bit more, everything will work out somehow.

Her heart races and she looks away as the movie starts up again, the intense imagery playing across the screen making it difficult to focus on anything else. She bites her lower lip nervously, feeling a strange mixture of arousal and embarrassment wash over her. It's so hard for her not to think about how similar this girl is to herself... it's almost as if Neox is trying to make her jealous or something.

As the movie progresses, Liz finds herself growing more and more uncomfortable. The sounds coming from the speakers are driving her wild, but at the same time, she can't help but feel like she's being forced into watching something against her will. It's a strange power trip that Neox has over her... and one that she isn't quite sure how to handle without making things worse.

She glances over at Neox, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of anxiety. "I-Is that... really true?" she whispers, not quite able to meet their gaze as she asks the question. Part of her wants desperately for them to say no, that it's just some twisted coincidence... but another part of her wonders if maybe there's something attractive about sharing similarities with this stranger who holds so much power over her feelings right now.

Her face flushes even hotter at the accusation, and she looks away again, focusing intently on anything else in the room except the screen and Neox's knowing gaze. "I-I'm s-sorry," she stammers out between gritted teeth, hating how embarrassed she feels but unable to find the strength to do anything about it. "I-I shouldn't have watched this with you..."

Her voice trails off as she struggles with the feelings raging through her body, torn between wanting more of what Neox is giving her and hating herself for being so weak. She knows deep down that this isn't healthy, but right now, all she can think about is how good it feels to have someone paying attention to her in a way no one else ever has before.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she struggles to keep breathing normally as she listens to the sounds coming from the laptop speakers. It's so hard not to give in and just focus on what's happening on-screen, but she knows that would be a terrible idea. She needs to get control of herself, push these feelings away... but how? Everything feels so overwhelming right now, like she's drowning in pleasure and embarrassment at the same time.

She takes another shaky breath, her fingernails digging into her palms as she tries to find some sort of inner strength to pull herself free from this spiraling descent into chaos. It feels like she's on the edge of something important, the most pivotal moment in her life so far... and she can't afford to blow it now.

But as another wave of arousal washes over her, drowning out her better judgment and reason, she knows that she might not have much of a choice in the matter. Maybe this is just how it has to be... maybe Neox is right and there's something fundamentally wrong with her that makes her react like this...

She jerks her head up at the sound of Neox's voice, surprised by their sudden touch and laughter. For a moment, she feels like they could see right through her... but then the warmth of their hug washes over her and she can't help but relax into it, feeling more comfortable and accepted than she has in years. Her eyes close briefly as she savors this small gesture of kindness, even if it does mean giving up a tiny piece of herself in return.

When Neox suggests playing videogames, Liz nods hesitantly before standing up from the couch, still feeling a little unsteady on her feet after everything that's happened. "Yeah... sure," she murmurs, glancing over at them as they walk to the entertainment center together. Maybe this is for the best... maybe if she can focus on something else besides her body and its stupid reactions, she can find some sort of normalcy in all of this madness.

Or maybe not... but it's worth a shot.

She enjoys playing the videogames with Neox, feeling more comfortable and accepted than she has in years. They talk about their lives, dreams, and fears, and for a moment it feels like they're just two people hanging out together, no strings attached. It's nice... surreal even, considering everything that's happened up until now.

As the day draws to a close, she can't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of them leaving in the morning. But then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad... maybe this is just what she needed: someone to show her that there's more to life than what she's been living up until now.

"Thank you for spending time with me today," she says as they finish playing their last game of the night, her voice soft but sincere. "It means a lot." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly: "I hope we can do this again soon... if that's okay with you?"

With a soft smile, she watches as Neox excuses themselves to go home for the night. As much as she'd love to have them stay longer, she knows they must be tired too. She waits until the sound of their car fading into the distance before climbing into bed herself, feeling warm and content despite the growing ache in her chest. Tomorrow is another day... but for tonight, at least she has these memories to hold onto.

Her eyes flutter open at the sound of Neox's voice, and she yawns sleepily before sitting up in bed. "Morning," she mumbles, rubbing her face with her hands. "What time is it?" She glances over at them, noticing that they look a bit different today: their hair isn't quite as messy, and they're wearing something other than one of the many hoodies they usually have on. It strikes her as odd, but she decides not to comment on it just yet.

"You seem... more dressed up than usual," she says with a curious tilt of her head, wondering if there's some special reason for it. She pushes herself up further in bed, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep and ready for whatever the day has in store.

Her stomach growls at the mention of food, and she realizes how hungry she is despite having eaten dinner last night. "Oh, that sounds wonderful," she says with a grin, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "You're really spoiling me." She pads across the room to join Neox at the kitchen table, inhaling deeply as she takes in the delicious scent wafting from the stove.

"So... what do you have planned for today?" she asks, settling into her seat and glancing up at them. "Any more games or movies I should know about?" There's a slight note of nervousness in her voice as she poses the question, but it's mostly drowned out by her curiosity and excitement.

Her cheeks flush pink at the question, and she ducks her head sheepishly. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have assumed," she murmurs quietly. "It's just that... well, they were really good yesterday, and you seemed to like them too." She glances up again, meeting Neox's gaze with an apologetic expression on her face.

Part of her is surprised by how much she enjoyed watching the movies with them; usually, she would be horrified at the thought of seeing anything remotely pornographic. But there was something about being in their company that made it seem less taboo... and more like they were just sharing an intimate moment together.

"I-If you'd rather not..." she trails off, afraid of sounding too needy or desperate for their approval. In the end, all that matters is whether or not they're having fun and feeling comfortable around her. It might not be the most conventional way to spend time together, but if it works for them... well, then maybe she can find a way to enjoy it too.

Her cheeks redden even further as she notices the way Neox is looking at her, and it takes all of her self-control not to squirm in her seat. "Okay..." She takes a bite of her pancakes, hoping the food will distract her from how uncomfortable she feels right now. After swallowing, she meets their gaze once more, wondering if maybe there's something she should say or do to make them feel better about whatever it is that's making them look at her like that.

"So," she begins hesitantly, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "What did you want to do today?"

Her heart races as the word "movie" leaves Neox's lips, but she tries her best to keep her expression neutral. Maybe it won't be so bad... maybe they just want to watch another one for fun. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly and pushes aside her plate once she's finished eating. "Okay," she says softly, forcing herself to meet their gaze. "Lead the way."

As Neox retrieves the laptop from the other room, Liz sits down on the couch nearby, twisting her hands nervously in her lap. She can feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach, and it takes everything she has not to let her nerves show too much. Maybe if she just tries to relax and enjoy herself, things will work out somehow... even if that means watching another pornographic movie with Neox.

Her eyes widen as the scene unfolds before her, and she tries desperately not to show how affected she is by it. The moans and pleading coming from the girl on-screen send shivers down her spine, making her body tremble with an unfamiliar mix of desire and revulsion. She wonders if maybe this movie is somehow meant to turn her against herself... make her long for things that deep down she knows are wrong.

But no matter how hard she tries, she can't help but feel a strange connection to the girl on-screen. It makes her heart ache in sympathy, and it's all she can do not to reach out and try to comfort her somehow... even if it means just telling her that everything will be okay.

She gasps, jolted out of her thoughts by the touch against her bare skin. Her eyes snap up to meet Neox's gaze, and she feels a fierce heat rising in her cheeks as she realizes that they must have seen how affected she was by the movie. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, embarrassed beyond words. "It's just... it's so hard to watch something like that."

She can't believe she's admitted that aloud; usually, she would have tried to brush off their concern or push them away entirely. But somehow, with Neox, it feels different... as if they really do understand what she's going through and want to help her through it somehow. The realization both terrifies and comforts her at the same time, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode right out of her chest as Neox's hands continue to stroke her skin, and she wonders what would happen if she just let herself relax into the sensation for a moment... allowed herself to feel whatever it was they wanted her to feel. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measures, leaving her feeling completely out of control and more alive than she has in years.

She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet their gaze even as her body tingles with anticipation beneath their hands. "Th-Thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I... I don't know what I would have done without you here." The admission feels strange and foreign on her lips, but somehow true nonetheless.

As Neox continues to comfort her, Liz finds herself losing track of time and place, falling deeper into the warmth and safety of their presence. Despite everything that's happened, despite how wrong this all is... she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over her as they remain together like this. Maybe there really is hope for them after all.

Her eyes fly open wide as the reality of what's happening registers with her; she's getting wet, and not from innocent arousal. Embarrassment washes over her in waves, making it difficult to breathe as she stares up at Neox, horrified by this new development. She wants nothing more than to crawl away into a hole and hide from their judgemental gaze... but something keeps her rooted in place, unable or unwilling to move.

"I-I'm sorry," she finally manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what came over me." It's a pathetic excuse and they both know it, but it's all she has at the moment. She feels like she's lost control of herself entirely, and there's no telling when—or if—she'll ever get it back.

The silence that follows is heavy and oppressive, pressing down on her chest until she can hardly breathe. Her eyes dart nervously away from Neox, searching for any sign that they're still here with her... that they haven't abandoned ship already in disgust. But all she sees is their steady gaze, filled with an unreadable mixture of disappointment and something else... something that looks a whole lot like pity.

Her heart sinks as Neox pulls their hands away from her, and she can't help but feel like they're seeing right through her. She wants nothing more than to disappear, to become invisible so that they won't have to look at her anymore with those disappointed eyes. But even as the shame washes over her in waves, she knows that she can't do any of those things; not if she wants to maintain even a shred of dignity left.

She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet their gaze again, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "I-I don't know why I... it just sort of happened." It's a pathetic excuse, but it's the best she can do under the circumstances. She wonders if maybe Neox understands what she's talking about, or at least part of it; how hard it is for her to control herself sometimes, especially when she gets so worked up over something as innocent as a movie... even if that movie wasn't very innocent at all.

The silence stretches on, growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Finally, Liz can't take it anymore; she has to say something or do something to break the tension. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, her cheeks flushing even brighter at the admission. "Y-Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I... I did." It's embarrassing to admit it out loud, but somehow saying the words makes her feel better; like maybe now they can move past this awkward moment and find some way back to whatever it was that brought them together in the first place.

Her gaze flickers up to meet Neox's once more, searching for any signs of judgment or disgust in their expression. But all she sees is concern etched into their features, which only serves to make her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. "I-I don't know why... I just...," she trails off, not quite sure what else to say.

The silence between them feels heavier than ever now; pregnant with tension and the unspoken words that seem to fill every empty space in the room. She wishes there was something she could do or say to make this easier, but so far all she's managed to accomplish is dig herself deeper into a hole of humiliation and shame.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the question, and she feels a fresh wave of heat rush to her cheeks. "I-I... sometimes," she manages to stammer out, avoiding direct eye contact with them. It's not something she talks about openly; even admitting it to herself can be difficult sometimes, let alone someone else.

But then again, maybe talking about it would help. Maybe if she could share this part of her life with Neox too... maybe they wouldn't think of her as such a freak after all. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to look up at them, meeting their gaze head-on for the first time since their conversation started to take this unexpected turn. "It's just... sometimes I need it, y'know? It helps me deal with everything else."

Her voice cracks slightly as she finishes speaking, and she feels a lump form in her throat at the thought of how pathetic that must sound. But even though it hurts to admit these things, it somehow feels better than keeping them bottled up inside any longer; like maybe now there's a chance for things between them might not be so bad after all.

Her heart races as their hand begins to move lower, and she feels herself grow even wetter at the thought of what's about to happen. She tries not to hope too much; after all, this is just a temporary thing, right? Just because they're helping her out now doesn't mean they'll want to continue doing it in the future... but part of her can't help but wonder what would happen if they did.

Her breath comes faster as their fingers finally brush against her sensitive flesh, and she lets out a shaky moan. It feels so good... better than anything she could have imagined. She knows it shouldn't be this way; that she should be focusing on the wrongness of all this instead of allowing herself to enjoy it even for just a little while. But in this moment, with Neox's hand between her legs, everything else seems to fade away into nothingness, leaving only pleasure and the warmth of their touch.

Her body arches into their touch as the pleasure swirls through her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation. Her hands clench in the blanket beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as she tries desperately not to make too much noise. She knows they're doing this just because she needs it, that there's no way they could actually want to be touching her like this... but even so, a part of her can't help but enjoy it anyway.

As Neox continues to pleasure her, Liz finds herself drifting further and further away from reality; the world around them fading into nothingness as their bodies move together in harmony. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting each thrust and stroke with eager eagerness, desperate for release. And then, finally, it comes: a intense, shuddering orgasm that seems to wrack her entire body from head to toe.

Her cries fill the room as she convulses around Neox's hand, the pleasure so intense it brings tears to her eyes. When at last it begins to fade away, she collapses back against the couch, spent and satiated. It feels good... too good... but she knows that this can't go on forever; soon enough reality will set in again, and they'll both have to face

With trembling fingers, she pushes herself upright and glances around the room, still feeling a little dazed from her orgasm. "Th-Thanks," she murmurs, her voice hoarse with emotion. She manages a shaky smile before nodding in agreement with Neox's suggestion to take a shower. "I'll go do that now... thank you for everything."

Before either of them can say or do anything else, she stands up and hurries off to the bathroom, still trying to process everything that just happened between them. Part of her is filled with shame and guilt, but another part... a larger part... feels strangely content and at peace with herself for the first time in what feels like forever.

Her fingers trembling as she turns on the shower, she strips out of her clothes and steps into the steaming water, letting it wash away the remains of her arousal. Closing her eyes, she leans against the cool tile, grateful for a few moments of silence to herself. Even though they were only helping each other out, it feels wrong somehow... as if what they just did crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed. But at the same time, it felt so good... and she can't help but wonder if maybe there might be something more between them after all.

With a sigh, she reaches for the soap and begins to lather her body, mentally preparing herself to face Neox again once she's cleaned up. Even though they don't have much of a relationship outside of this... whatever it is they share now, she can't help but feel connected to them in some way that goes beyond just sharing a room together. It confuses her and excites her all at once, leaving her more unsure about her feelings than ever before.

After washing up thoroughly, she turns off the water and steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in a plush towel. With a deep breath, she opens the bathroom door and glances down the hallway toward Neox's room, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation welling up

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly before making her way down the hallway to find Neox, her towel clenched tightly around her body as if it could somehow shield her from whatever emotion they might be feeling right now. As she reaches their doorway, she hesitates for a moment, wondering how this will go and what comes next. Despite everything that's happened, there's still an undeniable connection between them; one that feels both dangerous and irresistible all at once.

Finally mustering up the courage to continue, she steps fully into the room, looking up to meet Neox's gaze with a mix of hope and trepidation etched onto her features. "I-I'm done showering," she manages to stammer out, feeling suddenly self-conscious again. "Do you want me to put on some clothes...?"

Her cheeks flush even brighter at their blush, and she stammers out an apology before hurriedly explaining what's been bothering her since they began this whole situation together. "It's just... I don't understand why you want me to stay with you if all you do is make me feel bad about myself. Either way, it's not really fair to you, so I thought..."

She trails off, feeling even more embarrassed now that she's put everything into words. It feels like she's been picking at a scab for days, and now it's all come spilling out in one big mess. Her gaze drops to the floor as she waits for Neox to respond, silently praying they don't regret getting involved with her at all.

Nodding slowly, she takes a hesitant step forward and perches on the edge of the bed beside them. Her gaze darts nervously between their face and the floor, her hands twisting together in her lap as she waits for them to say something. Anything. She wants nothing more than to understand what it is they want from her... if there's any way that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make this work somehow.

"Please, talk to me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need to know why you're doing this."

Her eyes widen at the touch on her face, and she feels a surge of indignant heat rising in her cheeks as Neox accuses her of making up lies about their intentions. "I'm not lying!" she cries, tears welling up in her eyes. "You don't understand! Every time I do something wrong or make a mistake, all you ever do is rub it in my face and make me feel worse about myself!"

She breaks away from their grip, wiping at her tears furiously as she huddles further into herself. "I just wanted to know why," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own shaking breath. "Why you want me here... what's in it for you..."

She pauses, feeling a fresh sting of shame at the words as soon as they leave her lips. But she can't take them back now; they're out there, hanging in the air between them like some sort of ugly truth neither of them want to face. And yet, despite everything, part of her still desperately needs to know the answer to that question.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously at their words, and she feels a new surge of confusion wash over her. "Your mom? Why would she send you to take care of me?" She takes a shaky breath, trying to make sense of everything that's been said and done since they first met. It all seems so twisted and complicated; like some sort of sick game neither of them knew they were playing until it was too late.

Her gaze flickers away from Neox for a moment, considering the possibility that maybe this is just some sort of horrible joke being played on her. But no, that didn't feel right either; not with how genuinely upset she saw them get when she accused them of making her feel bad about herself. She could only wish it were all a joke... anything but this mess they seemed to be stuck in together.

"I-I don't understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "What do you want from me?" Her eyes dart back up to meet Neox's, searching for any hint of an answer there.

Her heart sinks at the words; she'd hoped for something more. "But... why did you do it?" Her voice comes out small and hurt, like a tiny bird frightened by the hurricane winds of emotion swirling around them. "I mean, if we can't be together..."

She trails off, unable to finish the thought. It hurts too much to even think about it; the possibility that they might never find their way back to whatever it was that brought them together in the first place. And yet, she can't help but hope against hope that maybe there is something more between them still; some thread of connection that hasn't been severed completely by the weight of all these revelations.

She looks up at Neox, searching their face for any sign of what they might be feeling beneath all that calm composure. But even as she stares, she realizes there isn't much to go on; they're still a stranger to her, and maybe always will be. It hurts to admit it, but she can't help but feel grateful for at least having them in her life for however long it ends up being.

"I-I don't know what to do," she whispers finally, looking away once more. "I just... I wanted things to be different."

"I don't know," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I liked how it felt when we were together earlier tonight. It was different than anything I've ever had before." She pauses, biting her lip nervously. "And if we can't be together like that... maybe there's some other way we could make things work?" Her voice trails off hopefully, as she gazes up at them, searching their expression for any sign of what they might think about the idea.

Her heart is racing now, her palms growing sweaty with anticipation and fear. She doesn't know if it would be fair to Neox; after all, they were just trying to help her out. But at the same time, she can't deny that being close to them like this feels good in a way nothing else ever has.

She swallows hard, waiting for them to respond, for them to tell her if it's even possible... or if everything she's hoping for is just wishful thinking after all.

Her face flushes even redder at the reminder that she's naked under the towel. Embarrassment washes over her in waves as she realizes how brazen she's being, but she can't seem to find the will to stop herself now. The hope that there might be some way for them to make things work together is too strong; it feels like a lifeline, keeping her from slipping back into the darkness of despair and loneliness she faced before Neox came into her life.

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch their hand, feeling a spark of connection even through their sweatpants. "Please," she whispers. "Don't send me away." Her voice breaks on the final word, tears streaming down her face as she finally allows herself to let go of all the walls she's built up over the years.

She waits, heart in her throat, for their response, praying that they feel even a fraction of what she does right now; the desperation and need for connection that seems to course through every vein in her body.

Taking a shaky breath, she searches their face for any sign that they're serious; any hint that maybe there's even the slightest chance they could possibly reciprocate her feelings in some way. When she sees it--when she knows they're not just being kind or sympathetic--her heart soars, and a rush of joy fills her. It feels like coming up for air after drowning; like stepping out of the darkness and into the light at long last.

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to cup their cheek, thumbs wiping away a tear that's escaped from the corner of their eye. "I want you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want us... I don't know how or when or even if it could ever work, but..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the words to express everything she feels in this moment.

But somehow, she thinks, maybe they understand anyway; that there's a connection between them now that transcends words and gestures and physical touches. Maybe--just maybe--there's hope for them yet.

She gasps as their hands grab hold of her waist and pull her roughly onto their lap, and she flushes hotter than ever at the feel of their bare skin pressed against hers. It feels so good; so right somehow that it almost seems impossible to believe this is even happening. Her eyes meet Neox's, and she sees a mixture of desire and confusion reflected back at her; as if they're just as lost in this moment as she is.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to brush a lock of hair from their forehead, the touch sending shivers down her spine. "I-I don't know," she whispers. "I just... want you. I've never felt anything like this before." Her heart skips a beat as she waits for their response; for some sort of indication that they feel even a fraction of what she does in this moment, that maybe--just maybe--they want the same thing too.

Her heart sinks at the words; she wanted them so badly and yet it seemed like they were being taken away just as quickly as they'd been given. She forces herself to nod in understanding, even though her expression betrays her disappointment. "I-I know," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it scares me... but I want to try."

She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she debates whether or not to say anything more. Finally, she decides on the truth. "Maybe we could start slow? Just friends who spend time together and see where it goes?" It's a desperate plea, but it's all she can think to offer under the circumstances; hope against hope that maybe they'll accept her terms.

Her heart leaps at the genuine smile that crosses their face as they say those words; it's like a bright light in the darkness, and she finds herself unable to contain her grin in response. "Yeah," she whispers, looking into their eyes and feeling something shift inside of her. It's not quite certainty, but it's close enough for now.

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she considers everything they've said and done today. And despite all the confusion and hurt that's been there as well, one thing stands out clear as day: this feels right. Not in some grand, earth-shattering way, but more like an echo of a memory long forgotten; something familiar and comfortable wrapped up in brand new emotions she's never experienced before.

"Okay," she whispers finally. "Then... let's be friends." Her gaze drops to the floor for just a moment as she collects her thoughts, searching for the right words. When she looks back up at Neox, there's determination in her eyes that wasn't there before. "But if we ever want more than that... I mean, if you ever change your mind..." Her voice trails off, hoping against hope that they'll understand what she's trying to say.

She reaches out and takes their hand, squeezing

Her breath catches in her throat as the towel falls away, revealing her body to their gaze. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, but she doesn't look away; instead, she meets their eyes with a newfound confidence that wasn't there before. She swallows hard, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed, but also strangely aroused by the brazen act.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you ever want more than that... I promise I won't say no." Her fingers curl into theirs, gripping tightly as desire swirls through her veins like wildfire. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her feeling both shy and bold in equal measure; a testament to the power that Neox seems to hold over her with nothing more than a look or a touch.

Her cheeks flush hotter at the blunt question, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she moans softly and arches into their touch, craving more of their attention on her most sensitive spots. "Please," she breathes out between parted lips, feeling her body tremble with anticipation. "I want you."

Her hips buck against their hand, and she moans loudly, unable to help the needy sounds that escape her throat. "I'm sorry," she gasps out between pants. "It just feels so good... please..." She arches into their touch again, begging silently for more; for them to claim her completely and let go of all restraints.

The heat in the room seems to ratchet up another degree as they continue to explore her body, their hands rough and demanding but somehow still impossibly gentle on her most sensitive spots. Her eyes close tightly, unable to look away from the image of Neox hovering over her; it feels almost like she can see every inch of them by feel alone. And with each thrust of their fingers inside of her, each stroke across her skin, she feels a little closer--a little more connected--to this person who holds her world in the palm of their hand.

Her hands grab fistfuls of the sheets beneath her as she lets out a strangled moan, arching even further into their touch. "I'm sorry," she gasps between ragged breaths. "Please... don't stop..." Her hips writhe helplessly against their touch, desperate for more of the delicious sensations coursing through her body.

The feel of Neox's fingers teasing her like this only heightens her need, and she can't help but wonder how much longer she can handle it before she explodes in a wave of pleasure that leaves her shaking and sated. She bites down on her lip, willing herself not to beg again; instead, focusing on the sensations racing through every nerve ending in her body as they build towards an intense climax.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, the word coming out more like a plea than anything else. "Just... let me..."

"Yes," she moans, her body tensing as the word slips past her lips. "I am." The admission feels oddly freeing; like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders in admitting to this strange truth between them. She arches into their touch again, feeling an almost primal need to be claimed by Neox completely--to feel their skin against hers and know that they're as lost in this moment as she is.

Her breath comes faster now, each exhale shuddering through her body as she edges closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing. "I need..."

Her cries fill the room as the pleasure washes over her in a warm wave, drowning out everything else. She feels herself clench tight around their fingers, her body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm that rips through her. Her vision blurs at the edges and she can feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as emotion washes over her--relief, release, gratitude for this strange and unexpected connection between them.

As the sensations begin to fade, she opens her eyes, meeting Neox's gaze once more. Despite the physical distance that still exists between them, there's an intimacy there that leaves her reeling; as if they've shared something profound in this moment that can never be taken away. She licks her lips, tasting the tang of arousal and uncertainty on her tongue, and whispers hoarsely: "Thank you."

Her heart soars, hope swelling up inside of her like a helium balloon about to break free from its anchor. Maybe--just maybe--this could work between them after all.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she watches them walk away, leaving her panting and satisfied on the bed. The sound of running water fills the room, offering a brief reprieve from the intensity of the emotions coursing through her body. She takes a shaky breath, feeling both elated and vulnerable at once--a potent mix that leaves her head spinning with possibility.

As she lies there, drifting in the afterglow of pleasure, she can't help but wonder what this all means. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, seems so strange and fluid; one moment tender and intimate, the next rough and demanding. It confuses her, thrills her... and scares her a little too.

But despite everything, she knows one thing for certain: she doesn't want to let them go. Not yet. And maybe--just maybe--neither do they.

As the hours stretch on, Liz finds herself unable to sleep; her mind consumed by thoughts of what happened between them earlier tonight. She tosses and turns restlessly beneath the sheets, her body still humming with awareness whenever she thinks about Neox--about how good it felt to be so completely desired...and how terrifying it was to admit that perhaps she wanted it just as much.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her, and she drifts off into an uneasy slumber. But even in dreams, their touch haunts her; her subconscious mind replaying every caress and moan like a movie on repeat in the darkest recesses of her mind. It's both exhilarating and unsettling, leaving her feeling disoriented and off-balance whenever she wakes up from another fitful nap.

The sun streams through her bedroom window when she finally drags herself out of bed, blinking groggily in the harsh light. She can't help but wonder if anything has changed between them; if what happened last night was nothing more than a passing fancy...or something more profound that neither of them truly understands yet.

She slips on her robe and pads over to her computer, checking her email and social media out of habit. But as she scrolls through her feeds, it's

jarring to realize that nothing feels quite the same anymore; that every normal interaction now carries with it an undercurrent of something more--something deeper and more intense than she's ever experienced before. It's unsettling, yet somehow...alluring too. She can't seem to look away from it, even when part of her wants nothing more than to pretend that everything is exactly the same as it always was.

With a sigh, she reaches up and pulls open the door, blinking in surprise at the sight of Neox standing there; their gaze meeting across the threshold like a tangible thing they can reach out and touch. "Hey," she whispers, trying--and failing--to sound casual. "What's up?"

Her cheeks flush at the vivid image their words paint in her mind, and she looks away uncomfortably, biting her lip as she tries to process what they've just said. "Oh," is all she manages to get out before she realizes how lame it sounds. "I-I'm sorry I didn't... I mean, we could have gotten you something..." She trails off, feeling even more awkward and foolish now than before.

The tension between them seems to ratchet up another notch, the air around them growing thick with an almost palpable electricity that leaves her heart racing and her skin flushed with heat. It's like nothing she's ever felt before; like they're dancing around some unspoken truth neither of them quite knows how to confront yet.

"So," she says finally, clearing her throat nervously, "what did you want to do today?"

She tries to keep her expression neutral as Neox hands her the new porn movie, but she can't help the slight smile that curves her lips upward. "Thanks," she whispers, her gaze flickering briefly to their eyes before darting away again. "I-I hope it's good."

As they sit down together on the bed, an awkward silence settles between them once more. It's almost like they're both waiting for the other person to make some grand gesture or say something incredibly profound... but neither of them seems willing--or perhaps able--to take that first step.

She glances over at Neox, their profile outlined against the window, and can't help but wonder what might happen if they just... stopped trying so hard. If they let go of all their fears and inhibitions and just gave into this strange, wonderful connection they seem to share; even if it was only for a little while longer.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to brush a lock of hair from their face, their skin warm and smooth against her fingertips. "Neox?" she whispers, the sound of their name rolling around in her mouth like honey. "Can we... talk about what happened last night?"

She takes a deep breath, the anticipation making her heart race even faster. "I mean... all those things we did and said. I've never felt like that before, and..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words; for some way to explain how it made her feel without sounding too needy or pathetic.

Finally, she exhales slowly and looks up at them with an expression that's equal parts hope and fear. "I just... I don't want us to ignore it like it never happened. If you're okay with that, I mean." Her fingers curl into a fist in her lap, the tension there mirroring the feeling in her chest as she waits for their reply.

Their expression is unreadable for a moment, their gaze locked on hers as if they're trying to see deep inside her soul; as if they need to know that what she's saying is true. And then, finally, the corner of their mouth lifts in a crooked smile. "It wasn't just a one-time thing for me either," they confess softly, and her heart leaps into her throat at the sound of those words.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she feels their hand on her waist, so close to where she aches for them. "I don't know," she whispers, looking down at their fingers wrapped around her. "It just... felt right, I guess." The words feel inadequate even as she says them, but it's all she can come up with to explain the tangled web of emotions that have been unspooling inside her since last night.

She lifts her gaze back to their face, searching for some sign or understanding there, but finds only confusion mirrored in their eyes. It's disorienting and thrilling all at once, leaving her heart racing and her skin flushed with anticipation of what might come next. "We could... explore it more," she offers tentatively. "See where it goes."