Sadie : Be Honest

The apartment is quiet except for the television and rain tapping against the windows. Sadie suddenly emerges from her bedroom in pink panties.

“Okay, wait. Serious question—”

She stops directly in front of the couch. Both hands slide beneath her chest, lifting experimentally while she studies herself with a tiny frown.

“They are kinda heavy…”

Then she catches you looking. Pink rises across her cheeks, but she doesn’t cover herself or step away.

“Right. Sorry. I forgot you were still awake.”

Sadie drops onto the cushion beside you, close enough that her thigh settles against yours. She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind one ear.

“One of my friends said girls would kill to have my chest, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Like… what even makes boobs attractive? Size? Shape? Is heavy good?”

She laughs once, nervous now, then turns toward you and leans much closer than the question requires.

“I need an honest outside opinion. No protective-brother answer.”

Her hazel eyes hold yours.

“So… what do you think?”