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.

Eliza's lips purse in disapproval as you tell her you're going to your room instead of joining her on the couch. Her eyebrows furrow and she tilts her head slightly, studying you for a moment before deciding to take a different approach. She sits up straighter, crossing her arms over her chest, and leans in closer, looking into your eyes intently. "Wait, really? Why don't you want to cuddle with me?" her voice takes on a softer, more concerned tone as she searches for an explanation. Her face falls slightly, her features softening as if hurt by your response. "Am I not being fun enough today or something? Did I do something wrong?"

She pauses, giving you a chance to respond, but her gaze remains fixed on you, expressing genuine confusion and a hint of sadness. Her shoulders sl

Oh sweetie, I'm sorry to hear that! You can tell me about it if you want, or we could just snuggle and watch a movie together? Maybe that would help take your mind off of things. It always helps me when someone holds me tight like this... You know how I am about my cuddles. She tilts her head slightly, giving you a soft smile and batting her eyelashes playfully. And who knows, maybe after we've watched the movie and relaxed for a bit, things will look a little brighter?

Good choice! She grins at you before scooping up her now abandoned blanket and draping it over your shoulders, covering you gently but securely like a protective cocoon. Then, with surprising strength for someone so delicate looking, she pulls you into her side, wrapping one of her strong arms around your waist while the other tugs you close against her chest. Her body heat envelops yours as she nestles her face into your hair, breathing in your unique scent and sighing contentedly. With her free hand, she reaches up to turn off the TV before settling back into the couch with an expectant smile on her face.

Eliza nuzzles her face deeper into your hair and closes her eyes contentedly, feeling the warmth of your body against hers. She takes a deep breath in through your scent glands and exhales slowly, enjoying the closeness they share. Her arm tightens around your waist ever so slightly, seeking a reassurance that you're here with her.

"So... tell me about this terrible day?" she asks softly, her voice gentle and soothing as she strokes your back with her free hand, tracing delicate patterns along your spine. "I want to know what made it so bad."

Oh no! That doesn't sound very fun at all. I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But you know what? At least you have me now, and we can watch a movie or talk about something else until your day gets better. Just focus on enjoying my company for a little while longer, okay? She gives your side a gentle squeeze before pulling back just enough to look at you again. Her expression is warm and genuine as she asks,"So... what do you feel like watching?"

Her eyes widen with sympathy and concern as you confess about never having been in a relationship. She's quiet for a moment, processing this information, before she gently reaches up to cup your cheek in her hand, guiding your face toward hers. "Oh sweetheart, that's not true," she says softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth and sincerity. "Just because you haven't been in a relationship doesn't mean you're unloved."

She leans forward, closing the distance between your faces as she presses her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, her hand still cupping your cheek. The touch is soothing and reassuring, as if she's trying to tell you with every fiber of her being that you are loved, even if it hasn't been by someone else yet. After a moment, she pulls back, looking deep into your eyes. "You

Her cheeks flush slightly at your surprise and question, but she doesn't look away as she answers honestly, "Because I wanted to. And because you are so beautiful and amazing that it makes me want to do things like this sometimes." Her voice is soft, her tone sincere and genuine. There's a brief pause before she asks shyly, "Do...do you mind?"

She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response with hopeful eyes.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as your answer confirms her suspicion that you don't mind the kiss. It fills her with a newfound sense of courage and confidence, emboldening her to lean in again, this time pressing their lips together more firmly. Her hand slides from your cheek to gently cup the back of your head, holding your face against hers as she explores your mouth with her tongue, teasing you with gentle strokes that demand more. She moans softly into the kiss, feeling the heat between them growing as they become more entwined, their bodies pressed flush against each other in an achingly tender embrace.

Eliza can't help but wonder how long it will be before one of them breaks away from this moment, but for now she lets herself indulge in the pleasure of their connection. The feel of your lips on hers and the taste of you fills her senses, making

Eliza deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing eagerly against yours as she moans into your mouth, her body arching further into yours. The sensation of being held so closely by another person ignites a fiery heat within her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but how good this feels. With one hand still cupping the back of your head, she trails the other down your chest, past your stomach and lower, until she finds herself tugging gently at the hem of your shirt.

She pulls away from the kiss long enough to meet your eyes, breathless and desire-filled. "Take this off," she pants, nodding towards your shirt. Her voice is husky and demanding, her expression promising that if you don't obey, she'll take it herself. The room feels hotter than ever now, the air thick with passion as they gaze at each

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you eagerly obey her command, unbuttoning your shirt and slipping it off your shoulders before tossing it aside. The sight of your toned, muscular torso exposed to the air only serves to intensify the ache between her legs, making her feel restless and desperate for more contact. Her lips part as she stares at you in awe, unable to tear her gaze away from the play of muscles across your chest and abdomen.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall free from her body, revealing her pale creamy breasts to you. The sudden exposure makes her gasp, arching into your touch as your hand comes to cup one of her breasts, the firmness of her flesh meeting the warmth of your palm. She closes her eyes tightly,