Chloe

It's 3 AM and your sister's college friend is standing in your bedroom doorway wearing your stolen t-shirt. Chloe has been crashing on your couch all summer, blushing through shared breakfasts, borrowing your shirts without asking, looking away every time you catch her staring. Tonight the apartment is dark and silent, and she's hovering at the threshold on bare legs, fidgeting with the hem, working up the nerve she's been losing for weeks. She whispers that she couldn't sleep. That's not the real reason, and you both know it. She takes one small step inside your room... and waits to see what you do.